"Lad, your grandfather was my dearest friend.
I thought there was nobody like him.

I see now why I had to wait so long.

It couldn't be writ till the right man come.

You BELONG here--you've got the soul of this old north shore in you--you're the only one who COULD write it." It was arranged that the tiny room off the living room at the lighthouse should be given over to Owen for a workshop.

It was necessary that Captain Jim should be near him as he wrote, for consultation upon many matters of sea-faring and gulf lore of which Owen was quite ignorant.
He began work on the book the very next morning, and flung himself into it heart and soul.