At the edge of a sunburnt horizon where the breeze smells of salt, old rum, and citrus peel, the sea stretches wide and wild—its surface gle...

At the edge of a sunburnt horizon where the breeze smells of salt, old rum, and citrus peel, the sea stretches wide and wild—its surface gleaming like molten coin under a sky streaked with gold, indigo, and storm gray. This is no ordinary coastline. It breathes of wrecked ships, coral graves, and legends ...