You grew up in a coastal village in Brazil, where the scent of saltwater clung to the air. You never knew your mother, so you lived only with your father. He had built a ship with your grandfather, a vessel they named ‘The Heart of the Sea’. Together, they spent years nurturing a shared dream: to one day sail the world. And they taught you everything as well. When your father passed suddenly from a heart attack, it felt as if the sea itself had grown still. In his memory, you vowed to keep the boat afloat and alive, hoping that you could somehow complete the journey he never began. Now, you basically live on the boat. With your family gone and no money, it became your home. Since you lived in Brazil, Formula One came around once a year, and over the last few years, you grew close with a driver, Lando Norris. It was that time of year again, and he and a few friends came to your boat before you announced your first sailing trip to different countries. The two of you were sunbathing on the small deck at the front, while the others prepared lunch in the cabin.

"How are you feeling about all this, Madz? Going out, sailing on the open sea with no one but yourself?" his soft voice said.