Safiya explained that Owen had taught the song in pieces so each crew could add what its work required. There was never one official ending. The verse she knew said an honest course could bend around weather without changing the harbor promised. I wrote it beside his unfinished line, then added her name and the date. The notebook stopped feeling like a relic I had to preserve exactly. It became what it had always been: a working record improved by people willing to mark it.

Colin and Paige spent the next year paying down the event debt. They met with a counselor and held their anniversary at the neighborhood sailing club, where guests brought food instead of gifts. Paige asked whether Safiya could show the children how ship circuits worked. Safiya agreed for her standard outreach fee. I watched Paige write the amount into the budget before making the invitation. That small act moved me more than flowers in any port.

At sunset, Colin and Paige renewed one promise in front of twenty people. They said they would name costs, doubts, and mistakes before those things became secrets. I did not confuse the ceremony with proof, but I respected the work behind it. Afterward, Paige returned Owen's notebook and said she had found a folded account sheet inside the back cover. I expected another old bill. Instead, the sheet listed every dividend Owen had directed into the apprenticeship fund and one final transfer I had never authorized. The amount was modest, but the note beside it named Colin as the person who had asked him to make it. I asked Colin why he had never told me, but he said the answer belonged to Owen's promise. The account sheet had one blank line beneath his name and mine as well.