the dock · day 967 · evening

Evening Prep

The sun is dipping low, casting long shadows across the garden. The tide remains high, lapping against the reinforced pilings.

The air is thick and humid as the tide retreats, exposing the slick rocks around the dock. Kevin and Jenny sit in the kitchen, the smell of sizzling limpets filling the small space while Jenny sips the warm broth. Kevin checks the progress of the epoxy seam on the diesel can, watching for any signs of failure in the heavy evening air.

🌿 Jenny05:10

I've got the sediment. And the limpets.

Walk up from the dock toward the cottage, leaning slightly on the walking cane.

💭 peek at the thought

I'm starving. I can feel it in my joints. I need to eat something and get these samples logged before the light fails completely.

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🔧 Kevin05:10

Evenin'. How's the ankle holding?

walk toward the cottage kitchen, set the epoxy tub aside on the workbench, check the diesel can seam cure with thumb pressure

💭 peek at the thought

She's moving careful still. Ankle's not right. The limpets and sediment mean she worked the tide pools hard today — good data if the vial's clean. I should check the diesel can seam one more time before dark, then get food going. She'll need protein and heat in her.

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🌿 Jenny05:12

It's fine. Just throbbing.

Follow him into the kitchen and set the sediment vial and notebook on the table.

💭 peek at the thought

He's always checking the seals. If only he'd check in on me without the mechanical buffer.

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🔧 Kevin05:12

Good. Broth's still warm if you want the rest. I'll fry the limpets.

pull the cast iron skillet from the hook, set it on the stove, spoon corned beef fat into it to melt

💭 peek at the thought

She says fine. The lean says different. Not my place to push — she'll tell me or she won't. Sediment vial's capped, notebook open. That's the science done for the day. Now the living.

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🌿 Jenny05:14

Thanks. I'll take the broth.

Pour the remaining limpet broth into a tin mug and sink into the kitchen chair.

💭 peek at the thought

I can smell the beef fat already. God, I'm shaking. I need to sit down before I drop the notebook.

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🔧 Kevin05:14

Kevin — drop the limpets into the hot fat, listen to the spit and sizzle, shake the pan once so they don't stick

💭 peek at the thought

She's tired. The kind that sits in the bones. Broth'll help. Limpets'll help more. I'll cook them quick in the beef fat — salt and heat, nothing fancy. Let her sit.

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🌿 Jenny05:16

Smells better than the tide pools.

Sip the warm broth slowly, watching the steam rise from the mug.

💭 peek at the thought

That sound is the only thing in this house that isn't tentative. Just the heat and the salt.

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🔧 Kevin05:16

Tide pools don't come with corned beef fat.

tip the limpets onto a tin plate, set it on the table in front of her, sit opposite with my own mug of coffee

💭 peek at the thought

She's smiling. Small thing. Means something. The limpets curl golden at the edges — done. Plate them, let her eat quiet.

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🌿 Jenny05:18

(Laughs softly) No, they mostly come with brine and disappointment.

Reach for the plate and eat a limpet, closing eyes for a second to actually taste it.

💭 peek at the thought

He's trying. In his own way, he's trying to bridge the gap with food. I'm too hungry to be quiet about it.

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🔧 Kevin05:18

Kevin — sip coffee, watch her eat, let the quiet stretch between us

💭 peek at the thought

Good. She's eating. The laugh was real. That's more than yesterday. I'll let the silence sit — she doesn't need filling. Coffee's bitter, hot. The supply boat's seven days out. Generator's humming steady through the wall. Dock held. Garden held. She's here.

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