I am no longer waiting. I am leaning into the wind. This vessel, vast and trembling with power, is mine to command. She is alive, and she has called me to hold her steady; not by hiding from the storm, but by entering it, bending my body into its truth, anchoring the keel through my own spine. I ask for a crew: not of polished saints or clean-cut sailors, but of misfits, outlaws of the soul.