the dock · day 526 · morning

CALM BEFORE THE STORM

The tide is at its lowest, and the first heavy drops of rain begin to hit the dust.

The steady rain continues, drumming against the corrugated roof of the cottage. The water tank has finally topped off its 400-litre capacity, and the overflow pipe is beginning to trickle into the basin. At the dock, the tide is rising steadily, licking the lower sections of the pilings.

🌿 Jenny13:27

Kevin, get the door enough now!

Grab the seed tin from the way and run for the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

If that moisture gets into the tin, the whole batch is ruined. I need to move faster.

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🔧 Kevin13:28

On it—tin first, then the door!

Grab the heirloom seed tin from the path, tuck it under my arm, and sprint for the cottage door, yanking it shut and bolting it behind Jenny as the rain starts to hammer the roof.

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving fast—got to secure the seed tin before the rain ruins it. She's not waiting, and I can see the panic in her voice. The storm's hitting sooner than the barometer let on.

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🌿 Jenny13:29

Check the seal. Did any water get in?

Set the tin on the dry table and lean heavily against the wood, clutching my leg.

💭 peek at the thought

God, the air is heavy. My ankle is throbbing with every step, like pulsing glass.

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🔧 Kevin13:31

Seal's holding. No water inside. Let me look at your ankle.

Kneel beside her, gently take her boot off, and inspect the bandage under the pant leg—checking for seepage, swelling, or fresh signs of infection while the rain drums on the roof.

💭 peek at the thought

She's leaning on me—her ankle's giving out again, but she won't say it. The seed tin's dry on the table, but I need to know if moisture crept in where the seal's old. If those seeds are compromised, we lose the garden—and part of what we came here for.

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🌿 Jenny13:31

Don't just look at it. I need the saline and the tweezers.

Wince as the bandage shifts, shifting my weight to the good leg.

💭 peek at the thought

It's too hot. I can feel the heat radiating off the skin even through the gauze.

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🔧 Kevin13:33

Got it. Hold still.

Rise quickly, grab the saline pouch and tweezers from the aid kit, return to her side, and begin carefully lifting the old bandage to clean the wound with saline, then inspect for debris or signs of worsening infection.

💭 peek at the thought

She's in pain but won't ask for help unless it's direct. The saline and tweezers are in the first aid kit by the stove—I know where they are. She needs cleaning, not just looking at. If I wait, she'll suffer in silence again.

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