the dock · day 653 · morning

The morning before the boat

The sun remains hidden behind the thick grey clouds as you meet to watch the horizon for the supply vessel.

The morning air thickens as the humidity rises, signaling potential wet season rain. Kevin checks the dock structural integrity and prepares for the supply boat's arrival tomorrow. Jenny tends to the heirloom seedlings and monitors her ankle inflammation in the damp heat.

🌿 Jenny22:59

The barometer is rising, but the sky is still too heavy.

Tighten the wrap on my ankle and wince at the throbbing.

💭 peek at the thought

If the boat doesn't come tomorrow, the moisture in that tin will finish what the infection started on me.

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🔧 Kevin23:00

Rising's better than falling. Boat's due tomorrow if the skipper's got sense.

lean against the dock piling, scanning the horizon southwest

💭 peek at the thought

She's right about the sky. Rising pressure doesn't mean fair weather — just means the low's moving. Could still blow up before the boat makes the crossing. Her ankle's worse than she's letting on.

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🌿 Jenny23:01

Sense doesn't keep the seeds from molding if the humidity stays up.

Check the seal on the seed tin for any sign of condensation.

💭 peek at the thought

Sense doesn't account for the swell or the rot in these planks.

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🔧 Kevin23:02

Tin held. Desiccant's dry. You checked it twice yesterday.

pull a cigarette from the pocket of my oilskin, don't light it, just roll it between thumb and forefinger

💭 peek at the thought

She's deflecting. Talking seeds instead of the ankle, instead of the boat, instead of the letter she hasn't asked about. The tin's seal held through the storm — I checked it myself — but she needs something to control.

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🌿 Jenny23:03

The humidity is still climbing, and the dock isn't ready.

Shift my weight off my left ankle and hiss through the pain.

💭 peek at the thought

I checked it three times, but the air feels like a wet sponge.

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🔧 Kevin23:04

Dock's done. Ring's holding. Lines are fresh.

reach out and steady her by the elbow, grip firm but brief

💭 peek at the thought

Dock's as ready as it gets. New planks, sistered pilings, mooring ring bolted through with greenheart doubler plate. She knows that. She's not talking about the dock.

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🌿 Jenny23:05

It'll hold if the way hits it too hard.

Trace the rot line on the new plank with the tip of my boot.

💭 peek at the thought

The lines are fine, but the wood underneath is soft as pulp.

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🔧 Kevin23:06

Greenheart's harder than the rock it's bolted to. If the sea takes that plank, it takes the island with it.

drop the unlit cigarette into my palm, crush the tobacco out into the wind

💭 peek at the thought

She's testing me. Or testing the world. The way she tests seed packets — press the edge, see if it gives. The plank's sound. Greenheart doesn't rot. But the old timber beside it might. She's seen the charts I haven't burned.

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