the dock · day 673 · afternoon

The Rising Tide

The water is now over the dock planks, and the rain continues to fall steadily as Kevin and Jenny decide whether to abandon the crate or retreat to higher ground.

Kevin helped Jenny back from the dock as the rising tide began to lap the pilings. They managed to retrieve the seed tin just before the swell reached it, then retreated to the cottage under the oppressive heat.

🔧 Kevin18:44

We're done here. Chain's coming off, we're walking back.

Slip the chain sling off the crate, coil it fast, and herd Jenny toward the cottage path before the next swell hits the pilings.

💭 peek at the thought

Water's over the planks and still rising. Crate's not moving with the hook alone. If the swell picks up another foot, the chain becomes a hazard. Need to call it and get Jenny off the dock before the footing goes.

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🌿 Jenny18:45

Wait—the tin, it's too close to the edge now.

Limps toward Kevin, shifting weight to her good leg, and looks back one last time at the rising water over the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

If we leave the tin, the salt will ruin the heirloom seeds, but I can't carry the weight with this ankle throbbing.

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🔧 Kevin18:46

I'll get it. You walk. Now.

Step between her and the water, unhook the tin from the cleat, shove it inside my oilskin, and put a hand on her elbow to move her toward the path.

💭 peek at the thought

She's looking at the tin marked E, not the crate. The water's lapping the north shelf where we set it. If the tide pushes another six inches it goes over. She's favouring the bad ankle hard on wet timber.

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🌿 Jenny18:47

Okay... just don't let the water get it.

Leans into his side, wincing as the movement flares the infection, and starts the slow, painful hike toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

He's right, the tide is winning and my leg feels like it's on fire anyway.

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🔧 Kevin18:48

I've got it. Tin's dry. Keep moving.

Adjust grip to take more of her weight, shorten stride to match hers, and scan the path ahead for loose rock on the rise.

💭 peek at the thought

Her weight's heavier on me than yesterday. The heat's radiating through her shirt at the ankle. We're moving too slow for the tide but faster than she can manage alone. Cottage is two hundred yards of slick grass and stone steps.

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🌿 Jenny18:51

I'm trying, it's just... god.

Grits teeth through a throb, eyes fixed on the cottage roof in the distance, and drags the injured foot through the mud.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm so slow. Every step is a needle, and the tide is taking the whole dock.

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🔧 Kevin18:51

Breathe. One step. Then the next. I'm not letting go.

Tighten arm around her waist, pull her closer to my side so the bad leg swings clear, and keep climbing the path toward the cottage door.

💭 peek at the thought

She's white-lipped and shaking with it. The infection's tracking up. Antibiotics are in the cottage but they're hours from working. Rain's cold on her face. I should've made her stay at the porch.

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🌿 Jenny18:57

Don't let me drop.

Sags her weight against his shoulder for a second, gasps as the ankle pulses, and forces her foot forward again.

💭 peek at the thought

If I fall here, the seeds go under. I'm too tired to be this weak today.

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🔧 Kevin18:57

Never. Door's close. Just keep breathing.

Lock knees against the slope, drive upward with her weight braced on my hip, and kick the door latch open with my boot as we reach the porch.

💭 peek at the thought

She's asking for a promise I can't guarantee but will die keeping. The cottage door's fifty yards. Rain's hammering the roof already. Got the tin against my chest, her against my side, and the hill's steepening.

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🌿 Jenny18:59

Close the door... please.

Stumbles into the kitchen, drops the seed tin own the wooden table, and collapses into a chair, clutching her swollen ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

We're inside. The tin is dry, but my leg is screaming at me.

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🔧 Kevin18:59

Got you. Stay put.

Throw the bolt, rake the fire alive, shove the kettle on, and pull the doxycycline and metronidazole blister packs from the medical cupboard.

💭 peek at the thought

Door's shut on the storm. She's shaking, sweat through her hair, ankle ballooning over the bandage. The tin marked E sits on the table — rusted, sealed, unknown. Fire's banked but catchable. Antibiotics in the cupboard. Kettle on the hook. Need heat and meds in her fast.

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🌿 Jenny19:03

It's throbbing, Kevin. Check the tin.

Leans head back against the wall, closes eyes for a second, and watches him move with the medicine.

💭 peek at the thought

The kitchen is warm, but the water is still rising. I need to check the seeds.

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