the dock · day 918 · afternoon

The Haul at High Tide

The water is now touching the bottom of the crate as the come-along groans under tension. Kevin signals Jenny to pull the crate onto the dock before the swell breaks through.

Kevin and Jenny haul the supply crate onto the dock using the come-along during the high tide. Inside, they find a rusted tin containing dry heirloom seeds that remained protected despite the corroded bottom.

🔧 Kevin02:43

Jenny, pull hard - now!

Grip the come-along handle and yank with everything I've got until the crate clears the waterline.

💭 peek at the thought

This is it, the crate won't hold much longer, I can feel the salt water creeping up the sides.

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🌿 Jenny02:45

I have it, just keep the line steady!

Lean my weight into the good ankle and heave the winch handle as the crate skids onto the timber.

💭 peek at the thought

If that cable snaps, the seeds are lost to the salt and I can't walk to get that weight out again.

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🔧 Kevin02:45

Steady. Don't let it run back.

Plant my boots on the dock planking, wrap the winch line once around the cleat as a backup brake, and hold tension while the crate slides the last foot onto dry timber.

💭 peek at the thought

Good, she's got it moving. The crate's heavy but the timber's taking the weight. Need to keep the line from snapping back if the winch slips.

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🌿 Jenny02:47

It's down. Give me the tin.

Release the tension on the winch and collapse onto the bench, wincing as the movement throbs in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

It's off the water, but the salt air is already in the grain of the wood.

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🔧 Kevin02:47

Breathe. I'll get it.

Crouch beside the crate, pry the salt-swollen lid with the crowbar, and lift out the tin marked E — heavy, rusted, seal intact — carrying it to the bench beside her.

💭 peek at the thought

Crate's secure. She needs to sit. The ankle's worse than she's saying.

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🌿 Jenny02:49

Careful. Check the seal for me.

Reach out with shaking fingers to wipe the grit from the metal, looking for any leaks.

💭 peek at the thought

The tin is cold. If the water got in, grandmother's legacy is just rot now.

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🔧 Kevin02:49

Seal's clean. Lid held. Bottom's gone but the oilskin inside stayed dry.

Set the tin on the bench between us, pop the lid with the crowbar tip, and peel it back slow so she can see the oilskin pouch inside — intact, tied off with twine.

💭 peek at the thought

Seal looks dry. No water tracks down the side. Bottom seam's corroded through but the lid held. She's shaking.

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🌿 Jenny02:51

Oh, god. Kevin, let me see.

Reach for the oilskin pouch, my hands trembling as I untie the twine.

💭 peek at the thought

They're dry. Every single one is dry.

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🔧 Kevin02:51

Here.

Untie the twine quick and clean, open the oilskin pouch, and tip the seed packets into her palm — tomato, pepper, sea beet, basil — dry, labelled in her grandmother's hand.

💭 peek at the thought

She needs this. Her hands are shaking too hard for the knot.

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🌿 Jenny02:53

Look at them... they're perfect.

Trace the handwriting on the tomato packet with my thumb, ignoring the throb in my ankle.

💭 peek at the thought

They're still here. All of them. Safe in that rusted hell.

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🔧 Kevin02:53

They kept.

Sit back on the bench, wipe salt grit from my hands onto my trousers, and watch her — just watch — while the tide pushes at the dock planks and the barometer holds steady at 1008.

💭 peek at the thought

She's holding something that matters more than the ankle, more than the crate, more than the supply boat. Her grandmother's hand. Her own fingers on it now.

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🌿 Jenny02:55

We need to Test the pH again. Tomorrow.

Pack the packets back into the oilskin, my movements slow, and set the tin down in my lap.

💭 peek at the thought

If the soil on the ridge is too acidic, I'll lose them. I have to check.

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