the dock · day 769 · dawn

The Heavy Before the Rain

Kevin and Jenny stand on the reinforced dock watching the grey tide lap against the new pilings. The air is stagnant and hot as the barometer continues its slow descent toward 980 hPa.

Kevin and Jenny assessed the dock's failing south piling at high tide, noting the rot line and planning a sistering repair using greenheart cores and staged bolts. Jenny sketched the waterline while Kevin tested the piling's integrity, confirming the need for immediate work before the next surge. They agreed to work the flood tide, with Jenny driving bolts and Kevin feeding timber.

🌿 Jenny08:05

The tide's higher than it was yesterday.

Trace the rot on the remaining original plank with the toe of my boot.

💭 peek at the thought

The pressure is dropping again. If the storm hits before the boat, the north ridge will be the only place left to trust.

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🔧 Kevin08:05

Spring tide on a falling glass. She'll push another foot by tomorrow's high.

crouch and press my thumb into the soft spot Jenny marked, feeling the give in the grain

💭 peek at the thought

She's right. The spring tide's pushing higher each cycle, and with the barometer falling, the surge will stack on top. That last original plank — third from seaward — has been holding by habit more than fibre. If it goes, the stringer takes the load sideways.

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🌿 Jenny08:07

We need to sister the south piling before the next surge takes the whole jetty.

Pull the notebook from my pocket and sketch the current waterline level, marking it.

💭 peek at the thought

He's too optimistic about the wood. The salt is already eating it from the inside out.

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🔧 Kevin08:07

Greenheart's cut. Bolts are staged. Need the tide to drop six foot and hold there for four hours.

tap the piling with the back of my knuckles, listening for the hollow ring of rot at the waterline

💭 peek at the thought

She's not wrong. The south piling's been listing since the last blow — the sister brace we put on holds vertical, but the scour at the mudline's deepened. Another surge like she's reading and the whole dock walks sideways. Greenheart cores are staged. Through-bolts too. Just need the tide low enough to drive them.

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🌿 Jenny08:09

We don't have four hours if the wind keeps picking up.

Check the way one last time, squinting at the falling needle.

💭 peek at the thought

If the tide doesn't drop, the dinghy is lost and we're stuck on this rock.

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🔧 Kevin08:09

Then we work the flood. You drive bolts, I feed timber. The water'll do the clamping.

turn toward the cottage, motioning with my head for the greenheart cores stacked under the tarp

💭 peek at the thought

She's reading the same glass I am. Wind's already backing northeast — that'll pile water on top of the spring tide. The window's shrinking. If we wait for the textbook low, the surge eats the work before the epoxy kicks. Have to start on the flood, work wet, let the tide help seat the sister.

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