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At the close of Chapter Two, an afterword of quiet revelation: the terrier, which had been ill and listless, stages a small recovery. It finds a patch of sun on the deck and lifts its head, wagging at Tomas when he comes near. Tomas, who has been careful in ways that no one names, kneels and rests his forehead against the dog’s, closing his eyes as if checking that the ship’s world is still present. There is no speech here, only the assurance that small acts chain together into rescue. The crew sees him in that moment—not with the sudden adoration of a converted mass—but with the steady gratitude reserved for those who shoulder the unglamorous burdens that make communal life possible.