By Ross Belfer
As the ember dashes across the boat floor, the ocean whispers its last breathe. Is this really happening? What was once lost was now found. Childhood, youth. A sense of purpose, of place. I simply exist. To sail for a week in Seychelles is a privilege in itself. Of the 100+ granite islands, only a handful are populated and developed. The rest remain as natural as they once were, as they have always been. It’s not surprise this stretched and sprawled archipelago in the Indian Ocean has experienced so just little movement since the continental divide. It is the source of life. Heaven on Earth. A float on the globe.