the dock · day 532 · dawn

Pre-Storm Preparation

The thick humid air hangs over the salt water as the tide retreats from the pilings. Kevin checks the tension on the dinghy's mooring while Jenny sits on a crate, re-wrapping the gauze on her ankle.

The tide continues to retreat, exposing the slick, dark rocks beneath the dock. The flat-grey sky thickens, a heavy, humid weight that promises rain before the supply boat arrives in days. Jenny sits on the crate, her ankle throbbing, as she tries to focus on her sketch despite the pulse of the receding water.

🌿 Jenny19:33

The knot is too tight, Kevin. It'll cut the circulation.

Tightens the bandage and turns back to the sketch of the sea beet morphology in her notebook.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again; if the storm hits before the boat comes, I'm out of poultice.

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🔧 Kevin19:35

Ease off a turn, then. Let it breathe but not slip. I'll check the piling wrap while you're at it.

walk to the dinghy's bow, feel the strain on the mooring warp where it bites into the piling, then adjust the knot to reduce tension while keeping it secure, checking that the line won't chafe on the splintered wood as the tide drops furthe

💭 peek at the thought

The mooring line's strain on the piling—too much give, not enough hold. The tide's falling fast; if the dinghy drifts, it'll grind on the rotten planks I haven't replaced yet. Jenny's right about the bandage—too tight, but she's fixing it herself, focused on her sketches. She's pushing through the pain again, same as when she documented the beet morphology despite her ankle locking up. I admire that, but it worries me more than I let on.

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🌿 Jenny19:36

Watch the rough Edge. The wood is soft right there.

Presses the pencil to the paper, shading the serrated edge of the sea beet leaf.

💭 peek at the thought

If that line snaps, the dinghy goes with the current, and I'm stuck here with rotting wood.

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🔧 Kevin19:37

I'll put a chafing guard there—spare rope from the crate. Hold the line steady while I wrap it.

take the damp half-inch three-strand rope from the ditch bag, wrap it tightly around the piling where the mooring warp contacts the soft wood, securing it with a clove hitch and two half-hitches to prevent slipping, then test the hold by pu

💭 peek at the thought

That soft spot on the piling—where the rot's eating into the grain under the warp. If the line chafes through there, the dinghy could swing broadside into the jetty and stove a plank. I need to sleeve it or shift the load before the tide turns and the chop comes up. Jenny's still drawing, lost in the leaf's edge—she sees details I miss, but her ankle's screaming under that wrap. I should get her off her feet soon, but she won't stop until the sketch's done.

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🌿 Jenny19:37

Make sure it's tight. The tide's coming in harder later today.

Watches him work the rope, her ankle throbbing in time with the waves.

💭 peek at the thought

He's finally listening to the dock, but the barometer is still lying to me.

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🔧 Kevin19:39

Done. It's seated. Now let's get you off that crate—your ankle's taking a beating. We'll go inside, elevate it, and you can finish the drawing there.

step back from the piling, then move to Jenny's side, offering my arm to help her rise from the crate, ready to take her weight if she staggers on the wounded ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

She's right—the tide's turning sooner than I thought, and the swell's picking up. That chafing guard needs to bite deep, or the warp'll saw through it in minutes. Her ankle's flaring with each pulse of the swell—she's timing her breaths to it, trying not to show it. I can't keep her here much longer; the sketch can wait. Safety first, even if she hates being told what to do.

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