the dock · day 524 · dawn

Pre-arrival Preparation

Kevin sits on the edge of the dock, checking the Yanmar fuel filter housing in the morning light. Jenny sits on a weathered crate, keeping her ankle submerged in a bucket of salt water while watching the grey, still horizon.

Kevin performed a final check on the Yanmar fuel filter and confirmed the engine is stable under load without vibration. Jenny spent the morning tending to her ankle and watching the tide come in against the dock pilings.

🔧 Kevin11:11

Kevin — blow compressed air through the Yanmar fuel filter housing one last time, then reseat the housing and tighten the bolts to 25Nm with the torque wrench.

💭 peek at the thought

The filter housing’s clean for now, but I know it’ll choke again before noon. Salt creeps into everything — even the silence between us. She’s been soaking her ankle since dawn, not saying a word. I want to tell her I’ll rebuild the filter with bronze mesh, make it last, but the words feel too loud for this morning.

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🌿 Jenny11:13

Is the engine actually fixed, or are you just making noise for yourself?

Adjust my ankle in the water and stare at the empty horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

He's muching over bolts while the infection is literally climbing up my leg.

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🔧 Kevin11:13

It’s fixed. I tested it at three-quarters throttle for twenty minutes yesterday. No vibration, no smoke. It’ll pull the dinghy to the spring and back if we need water.

Stand slowly, wipe my hands on my trousers, and walk to the edge of the dock where I can see her face in the morning light — not to touch, just to be seen.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not asking about the engine. She’s asking if I’m still trying to prove something — to her, to myself, to the ghost of the man who left his brother over words that never got said. The Yanmar runs true under load. I’ve logged it. But that’s not what she’s hearing.

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🌿 Jenny11:15

I don't need the spring, I need the boat to actually show up.

Pull my leg out of the water and look at the red, angry skin of my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the engine works, I can at least reach the mainland if the boat fails me completely.

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🔧 Kevin11:15

The boat’s due in ten days. I’ll light the signal fire on the hilltop tonight — same as always. If it’s late again, we’ll know by the tenth dawn.

Kneel beside Jenny’s crate, take the clean gauze from the first aid kit, and begin wrapping her ankle — tight, even, starting at the ball of the foot, working up past the red streaks, saying nothing until it’s done.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not talking about water. She’s talking about being seen — by the world, by the trust, by someone who might take us off this rock before her ankle turns septic. I’ve been so busy fixing engines and filters and insulators that I forgot the real failure isn’t mechanical. It’s that we’re still here, waiting, and she’s terrified I’m mistaking endurance for hope.

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🌿 Jenny11:17

Just make sure the fire is big enough to see.

Sit still and let him wrap the ankle, watching the pulse in my own skin.

💭 peek at the thought

Ten days is a long time for an infection to travel this fast.

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🔧 Kevin11:17

It’ll be big. Greenheart branches burn hot and bright. I’ll stack it high on the west ridge where the sea can see it.

Finish wrapping the gauze, secure the end with a half-hitch knot, then rise and walk toward the cottage to gather dry greenheart kindling and split it with the hatchet, keeping my movements steady, my silence not empty — but full of what I

💭 peek at the thought

Her pulse is fast under my fingers — not from pain alone. From fear. I’ve wrapped ankles before, on ships, in storms, but never like this — never with the weight of what’s unsaid pressing between each turn of the gauze. The fire on the hilltop isn’t just for the boat. It’s a message: we’re still here. Not broken. Not gone.

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🌿 Jenny11:19

Don't let the fire go out.

Watch him walk toward the cottage, my ankle throbbing in time with the tide.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come, I'm taking the dinghy to the spring.

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🔧 Kevin11:19

I won’t. I’ll feed it till the coals glow red, then sit with it till first light.

Split the greenheart into forearm-length sticks, bundle them tight with twine, and carry the armload to the hilltop path, moving quick but steady, the cottage fading behind me as the slope begins.

💭 peek at the thought

She’s not just asking about the fire. She’s asking me to stay — not just in body, but in attention. To not vanish into work, into silence, into the endless fixing of things that don’t matter if we’re not seen. The tide’s in her pulse now, and mine. I won’t let the fire die. Not tonight. Not while she’s watching.

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🌿 Jenny11:21

I'll be watching the horizon.

💭 peek at the thought

The heat is getting worse, but the salt water is helping.

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