Epilogue – The Horizon's Song(From Jonah's Perspective – Ten Years Later)The sea still smells the same — that wild, salty odor of freedom and memory. I come back here every year, to the same spot on Maine's coast where it began. The waves still remember us. They sing the same gentle tune that once washed over our terrors, whispering secrets only the wind and sea know.Clarkson sits within, reading again — age has silvered his hair, but not extinguished his fire. Sometimes I catch a glimpse of him smiling above the rim of his spectacles when he thinks I am not watching. He is still the same fellow who built his world with bare hands and a fierce, boundless love. The world has called him a legend, but to me, he is just the bloke who taught me how to ride through storms.The foundation thrived. The yacht became a vessel of hope — putt-putting from dock to dock, sheltering young idealists and heartbroken souls who think that the world will never accept them. We teach them what we learne
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