When early explorers first set out west across the Atlantic, most people thought the world was flat. Most people thought if you sailed far enough west, you would drop off a plane into nothing. These vessels sailing out into the unknown … they weren’t carrying noblemen or aristocrats, artists, merchants. They were crewed by people living on the edge of life. The madmen, orphans, ex-convicts, outcasts … like myself. As a felon, I’m an unlikely candidate for most things. But perhaps not for this.
Perhaps I am the most likely.