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Welcome Travellers!
“Legacies were not meant to be measured in blood nor fame. The weight of one’s true legacy transcends that which can be claimed as momentary triumph to amass a collection of greater principles for the future to inherit.”
Everyone’s got a message to the world. Why not start your journey here?
History
Most apt with business and popular psychology, the oil tycoon lacked the knowledge of navigation. He’d never bothered to look at a map before as his transport had always been pre-arranged. His business ventures were already set to self-sustain without dipping his hand into it as a by-product of generational wealth. Those who knew him in the past would say he not only lived a life of privilege, but of opulence as well. Yet, the acquisition of material luxuries were no match for the nature of one’s mortality. Struck by a bout of nasty influenza, both mother and child suffered for weeks before their bodies succumbed to life’s final stage.
Never having known heartbreak so personally, he did not take it lightly. How could he when every inch of his home reminded him of the memories of his beloved? He needed to get away. He sold everything he had to secure a small ship and crew. To distance his mind from grief, he willed himself to learn something new, navigation and cartography. But his own pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for help when he was confused. It wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that the man had read his compass upside down and relayed such erroneous commands with confidence to his employees. While aiming for a more tropical destination, the ship drifted further and further north until they began to run out of supplies.
Hunger and fatigue related malaise took the crew slowly dropping like flies. By his estimates, the remaining alcohol and stale bread from below deck would last them a week or two tops. In a state of desperation, he wrote hundreds of letters, stuffed into empty bottles hoping that someone would take on his requests for aid. By the fifth day, even the previous millionaire himself almost collapsed from exhaustion until he saw several outrigger boats approaching the ship’s stern. Thankfully, he was able to communicate with the indigenous fishermen to save the remaining survivors onboard.
Full of humility and gratitude, Toffey took the experience as a signal to change his ways. For the first time in a long time, he rolled up his sleeves and aided his saviours with their daily chores. With reverence for their culture, he immersed himself in a simpler life opting to fish or hunt during the day and chronicling his day at night. As luck would have it, it seemed like he wasn’t the only one voyaging the world in search of new enterprises.
One Gerald Finn, a nouveau rich captain, found himself and his crew at the company of Toffey and his reformed men. Awestruck by the incredible tale of survival, Sweeting made him a deal. If he promised to write a novel about it and surrender it’s publishing rights to Finn, he would not only bring Toffey and the men back to modern civilization but also cut him in on one third of the novel’s earnings. And Toffey did just that.
His novel, Odyssey for Madmen, was a smashing hit. Finn captilized on this success. The entrepreneur’s next move was to make it an international sensation by meeting with publishers outside their country. Toffey, on the other hand, was feeling empty with his accolades. He has a fraction of his old fortune, enough to make his life comfortable, but he seemed even more adrift than when he was lost at sea.
It would take three more years before Toffey made it back to his precious island. With him he’d brought innovations and a new trading route to allow the indigenous tribe to flourish. Hand in hand, he built things up alongside them, adapting what he knew to suit their needs. With the time that they saved, Toffey taught them about art, literature, and film and brought stories from the other side of civilization. He presented them other options to preserve and share their culture with others. He wanted to celebrate their lives as much as they made him feel at home. And so it became his life-long mission to foster the creativity within his community. To allow their stories to inspire others. Stories that mattered. Stories that could save lives.