Ah, charts are just polite suggestions, mate. I look to the wind, the gulls, the way the waves kiss the deck, and I trust the whisper of the sea. If the map says one path, but the tide feels like a different one, I say, “Let’s set sail the way the ocean tells me.” The crew may fuss, but a ship steered by a heart that knows the waves will always find the treasure, even if the paper’s lying around.