Apart — Kevin at the dock, Jenny at the keeper's cottage

Midday Meal

Kevin returns to the cottage from the boat while Jenny finishes cooking on the stove.

Jenny skinned and cooked the rat for a meal. Kevin spent the afternoon rigging the dinghy and checking the Yanmar's fuel lines.

🔧 Kevin — alone at the dock

He checks the shroud tension for any signs of stress from the trial. The tide is moving quickly toward the shore now.

🔧 Kevin09:44

Kevin — walk the dinghy back along the dock to the cleat, secure the bow line with a round turn and two half hitches, check the stern line's rolling hitch holds against the surge

💭 peek at the thought

Shrouds feel right — no creak at the mast partners, no give at the chainplates. The spruce took the load clean. Tide's pushing hard against the dock planks; water's up to the second course of the sea wall. Good test. She'll carry canvas now.

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🔧 Kevin09:48

Kevin — climb the dock ladder to the path, head up toward the cottage

💭 peek at the thought

Dock's quiet. Just the tide sucking at the pilings and a herring gull working the surf line. Mast's stepped, sail's bent on, engine mount bolts are tight. She's ready — or as ready as she'll get without an engine. Now it's waiting on weather and whatever the supply boat brings. Or doesn't.

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🌿 Jenny — alone at the keeper's cottage

She plates the cooked meat and waits for Kevin. The kitchen is warm from the stove.

🌿 Jenny09:42

Jenny — set the plate on the table and lean against the counter, staring out toward the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

He's been at the dock far too long. I hope he hasn't pushed the boat too hard in this weather.

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🌿 Jenny09:46

Jenny — walk to the porch and squint across the yard toward the dock.

💭 peek at the thought

The meat is getting cold. If he's still fussing with the rigging, he's going to be starving.

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