the dock · day 819 · dawn

Morning Tide and Inspection

Kevin and Jenny stand by the south dock as the tide begins to reveal the barnacled pilings. Jenny checks the tension on the mooring lines while Kevin monitors the barometer for a further drop in pressure.

Kevin checks the shortwave radio for French broadcasts before heading to patch the cottage foundation leak. Jenny begins debriding her ankle with fresh salt water to manage the throbbing while she prepares to replace the damping-off seedlings.

🌿 Jenny04:25

The swell is coming in early, Kevin. Check the stern line again.

Tightens the rope on the dinghy, flinching as the salt water stings in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

The barometer is dropping too fast. If it hits a thousand, those rotten planks won't hold the surge.

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🔧 Kevin04:27

On it. You get that ankle off it.

walk to the dinghy stern, check the chafe point on the stern line where it leads through the chock, pull slack and re-lead with the spare half-inch three-strand from the crate, serve the new guard with sail twine at both ends, secure the do

💭 peek at the thought

She's right — the swell's pushing earlier than the charts said. That stern line took a beating last storm and the chafe guard's only half done. Need to double it before the tide peaks.

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🌿 Jenny04:27

It's the swelling. I need to clear the salt before the infection turns.

Wipes grit from her palm with a shaky hand and looks back toward the cottage.

💭 peek at the thought

He thinks it's just the rope, but the rot is deep in the wood under it.

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🔧 Kevin04:28

Go. I'll finish the line and check the ring bolts while the tide's still low enough to see them.

hold the stern line tension with one hand while tying off the served chafe guard, glance at her ankle — red tracking up past the dressing — then turn back to the cleat to finish the hitch

💭 peek at the thought

She's been quiet about it for two days. The swelling's not going down on its own. Salt in an open wound that deep — she needs the poultice changed and the leg up, not hauling lines.

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🌿 Jenny04:29

I'll get the salt water ready.

Limps own the cottage, favoring the good leg to hide the throbbing in her ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

If I don't plant them now, the salt will ruin them before the boat even arrives.

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🔧 Kevin04:30

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finish the last hitch on the stern line, test the chafe guard with a hard pull, walk the dock planks to the mooring ring, crouch and probe the oak wedges with the crowbar tip — all six still seated, mortise holding — then check the sister b

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving slower each day. The antibiotics should've kicked in harder by now. If the heat in that joint doesn't break by morning, I'm cutting the dose window and starting the metronidazole reserve — assuming the blister pack in the dry bag hasn't gone damp.

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🌿 Jenny04:31

(gives no answer)

Sits on the kitchen chair and begins to boil the water for the soak.

💭 peek at the thought

He's looking at the wood, and I'm looking at the life in that tin.

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🔧 Kevin04:32

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walk up from the dock, step onto the porch, pause at the door — barometer on the wall reads 1032 and dropping, three millibars since dawn — enter the cottage quiet, set the crowbar by the hearth, pull the second chair close to her without a

💭 peek at the thought

The silence stretches. She's not asking for help and I'm not offering the right kind. The water's for the soak, not the tea. Means the pain's worse than she'll say.

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🌿 Jenny04:33

It's just the heat today.

Unlaces the ankle brace with trembling fingers, wincing as the fabric pulls at the swollen skin.

💭 peek at the thought

He can see the way I'm moving, even if I try not.

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🔧 Kevin04:34

When did the line reach your knee?

kneel on the stone floor, roll the trouser leg up past the calf, press two fingers along the angry red vein marching toward the joint — hot, hard, pulsing under the skin — reach for the pen on the table, mark the leading edge with a thin bl

💭 peek at the thought

Heat doesn't make fingers tremble like that. The tracking's past the mid-calf now — red line creeping up the inside of the leg. That's not heat. That's blood.

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