The Navigator ExtraitBound to no shore, guided by the horizon. Sandy footed and sun kissed, The Navigator moves with the ease of a man who has spent a lifetime reading the tides. The wooden planks of the dock are warm beneath his steps, the scent of the sea swirling around himsalted air, citrus groves caught in the breeze, the promise of new lands waiting just beyond the horizon. The waves beckon, restless and alive, and he is ready. He always is. The air is crisp with