the dock · day 674 · morning

MORNING

The tide is now threatening the dock surface, and the barometer continues to drop; they must move to high ground if the dock becomes unsafe.

Kevin helped Jenny from the dock to the cottage as the tide fell out. He secured the dinghy with a double hitch to ensure it wouldn't drift in the swell. Inside the cottage, they began to debride and treat Jenny's infected ankle.

🔧 Kevin19:45

Barometer's nine ninety-seven and still dropping. Tide's on the planks. We're moving to the cottage — now.

Step onto the dock, grab the dinghy's bow line and double it around the mooring ring with a round turn and two half hitches, then run the stern spring tight to the north piling.

💭 peek at the thought

Tide's hitting the dock planks already and the glass is still falling. Nine ninety-seven and dropping — this isn't a normal swell. Need to get the dinghy secured proper and Jenny up to the cottage before the dock goes.

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🌿 Jenny19:45

I'm coming, just... don't way the seeds.

pushes herself off the porch wall, teeth grit against the pain, and limps toward the way door.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is going to take the way before the boat even arrives, and I can't move fast enough.

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🔧 Kevin19:46

Seeds are in the dry bag by the radio. Already packed. Just walk.

Loop the dinghy's painter around the cleat one more time, cinch it tight, then turn and put a steadying arm under Jenny's shoulder on her bad side.

💭 peek at the thought

She's carrying weight she shouldn't be. Ankle's hot and the streaks haven't stopped. But she's moving, and that's what matters.

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🌿 Jenny19:49

I know.

leans her weight into Kevin, lifting the infected ankle off the wood as they move toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

If the dock goes, the mathhy goes, and I'm stranded with this rot.

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🔧 Kevin19:49

Dock's talking. Pilings are taking load. Keep breathing.

Walk steadily up the path toward the cottage, matching pace to Jenny's limp, weight braced against her on the uphill side.

💭 peek at the thought

She's lighter than she should be. Fever's burned through her. The tide's sucking at the pilings now — can hear it in the structure. Cottage is sixty metres up the slope. One step at a time.

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🌿 Jenny19:51

I'm breathing.

watches the water lap over the lower edge of the jetty, counting the pulses in her calf.

💭 peek at the thought

He talks to the wood like it's listening, but the salt just eats it anyway.

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🔧 Kevin19:51

Twenty metres. Door's unlatched. Inside you sit, leg up, I'll get the kit.

Keep moving up the slope, one foot placed solid before the next, arm locked under her shoulder, not looking back at the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

Water's over the lower planks. Swell's pushing up the beach faster than the tide tables said. Barometer was 997 when I looked — probably 995 now. Cottage door's twenty metres. She's white at the jaw but her eyes are clear.

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🌿 Jenny19:55

way up.

steps through the doorway of the cottage, collapsing own the floorboards and pulling the swollen ankle out.

💭 peek at the thought

The water is at the way planks now. If those go, I'm done.

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