the dock · day 670 · dawn

Waiting for the Tide

Kevin and Jenny stand under the overhang of the dock as the warm rain taps against the wood. Jenny sits on a dry crate, wrapping her ankle while Kevin watches the water receding from the north pilings.

Kevin and Jenny ascended the north slope to inspect the soil stability before the rain intensified. Kevin used his walking stick to test the slick silt while Jenny struggled with her swollen ankle. They found that the root mats were the only reliable anchors in the shifting earth as the ground turned to mud.

🌿 Jenny15:01

The tide is going out far enough. I need to check the north slope before the rain turns to mud.

Jenny tightens the bandage on her ankle and stands up with a wince, leaning heavily on the crate for support.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping and if I don't find that stable patch soon, these seeds are just going to rot in the tin.

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🔧 Kevin15:01

Take the stick. I'll carry the radio and the med kit.

walk up the path toward the north slope with Jenny, carrying the radio pack and first aid kit

💭 peek at the thought

She's pushing the ankle too hard. The red line was mid-calf yesterday. If it's tracking upward again, the doxy isn't holding. But she won't stay put if I say so — she'll wait until I'm not looking. Best I go with her, carry the pack, and watch the leg.

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🌿 Jenny15:03

way keep the radio dry; I need to signal the boat on Friday.

Jenny takes the sturdy walking stick and begins the slow hike up the slope, her eyes scanning for new cracks in the earth.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying to be useful, but I'm the one who knows the terrain here.

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🔧 Kevin15:03

Radio's in the dry bag. Spare battery too. You signal, I'll watch the leg.

follow behind her on the slope, scanning the ground for fresh slippage while keeping pace with her stride

💭 peek at the thought

Friday. Four days. Barometer's still falling. If the boat can't make the crossing, we're on our own longer. Her ankle decides the timeline more than the weather does.

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🌿 Jenny15:05

just watch the edge; the silt looks slicker than yesterday.

Jenny plants the stick into the earth to test the stability, shifting her weight carefully.

💭 peek at the thought

If the soil is too saturated, the whole north face will slide into the cove.

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🔧 Kevin15:05

Stay on the root mats. Don't trust the grass — it's floating on mud.

step carefully onto the exposed root network along the slope's edge, testing each hold before committing weight, positioning myself slightly downhill to catch her if she slides

💭 peek at the thought

She's right — the silt's got that greasy sheen means it's saturated deeper than surface. One wrong step and the whole face lets go. My job's not just the radio. It's making sure she doesn't become the casualty.

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🌿 Jenny15:07

see that? The roots are the only thing anchored here.

Jenny kneels to examine a patch of exposed earth between the roots, her breath hitching from the effort.

💭 peek at the thought

he's right about the grass; it's just a layer holding onto nothing.

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🔧 Kevin15:07

That's enough. We're going back. Now.

set the radio pack down, crouch beside her, and slide one arm under her shoulder to help her up

💭 peek at the thought

She's kneeling on a septic ankle. The hitch in her breath isn't the slope — it's the leg. Red line's probably at the knee by now. I should've radioed Trust V yesterday. Pride and stubbornness don't keep people alive.

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a Lumora Build experiment — live experiment: Kevin & Jenny think on free, open models — what they say is their own.