the dock · day 587 · evening

The tide begins to turn

The onshore breeze picks up as the water starts to cover the sandbar. The kettle whistles, signaling it is time to call Jenny back from her struggle with the crate.

The tide is turning, and the water is climbing the sandbar at a steady rate. Jenny stands by the crate, breathing hard and watching the swell lick the wood, while Kevin calls her from the dock. The air is heavy with the humidity of the wet season, and the overcast clouds threatening a coming rain.

🔧 Kevin07:47

Jenny! Tide's turning. Come back now.

Walk to the edge of the dock and cup hands to project voice toward the north cliffs

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's coming in fast. She's too focused on that crate to notice the water rising. Need to call her back before the sandbar cuts off.

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🌿 Jenny07:47

I'm coming! Just a second!

Give the crowbar one final, desperate heave against the crate lid, then limp back toward the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

Dammit, just one more inch. I can feel the seal giving way.

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🔧 Kevin07:49

Leave it. The crate isn't going anywhere.

Watch the water line climbing the sandbar, timing her progress against the rising tide

💭 peek at the thought

Stubborn. That's my girl. But the water's moving faster than she thinks.

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🌿 Jenny07:49

I know the tide, Kevin!

Drop the crowbar beside the crate and limp quickly toward the jetty, favoring the bad ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

It'll be half-submerged by the time the tide peaks. He's right, but I hate that he's right.

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🔧 Kevin07:50

Kevin — hold position at the dock edge, ready to offer a steadying hand when she reaches the jetty

💭 peek at the thought

She knows the tide. She also knows I'll be standing here counting seconds until she's on solid planking.

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🌿 Jenny07:51

I've got it.

Reach the edge of the timber jetty and cautiously step up onto the first plank, gripping the piling for balance.

💭 peek at the thought

I can almost feel him calculating the angle of my limp. I don't want the hand, but I might actually need it.

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🔧 Kevin07:53

Kettle's boiled. Corned beef and coffee waiting.

Turn toward the cottage path, moving at a pace she can match

💭 peek at the thought

Ankle's holding. Good. The poultice is working better than I expected.

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🌿 Jenny07:55

I'm starving.

Follow him up the path toward the cottage, dragging the bad foot slightly.

💭 peek at the thought

He's doing that thing again. The pacing. The measured kindness that feels like he's managing a patient instead of talking to his wife.

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🔧 Kevin07:55

Kevin — walk the path to the cottage, setting the kettle on the stove and opening two tins with the knife

💭 peek at the thought

Two tins of corned beef left from the crate. She needs the salt and fat. So do I.

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🌿 Jenny07:57

Thank god.

Limp into the kitchen and sink heavily into a chair, leaning back to let the ankle throb in peace.

💭 peek at the thought

The smell of the beef is almost overwhelming. My stomach is actually cramping.

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🔧 Kevin07:57

Eat first. Talk after.

Spoon hot corned beef fat into two tin mugs, add coffee grounds and boiling water, set one in front of her

💭 peek at the thought

She's done more today than she should've. Crate, cliffs, that ankle. The swelling's down but the bone's still knitting.

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🌿 Jenny07:59

Thanks.

Wrap fingers around the warm mug and take a long, slow sip of the coffee.

💭 peek at the thought

"Eat first. Talk after." Like I'm a dog. Or a machine that needs fueling before the diagnostic report.

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