The master built his boat long and carefully, the way he are accustomed to doing everything. The boat turned out beautifully: smooth lines of the sides, a sharp, slightly upturned bow, a swift profile, and a high mast with a snow-white sail. It was crafted to glide through the seawaters, barely touching them.

However, when the work was completed, the Master did not set off immediately. The reason was the high tide, and the Master wanted to wait for the ideal situation to cross the sea. He always strived for perfection, which meant waiting for a low tide.

When the tide finally receded, the Master did not transform into the Traveler just yet. A strong north wind blew, forcing the journey to be postponed until better days. Only maniacs set sail when the north wind blows.

Nevertheless, the Master made good use of his waiting time. Instead of going to sea, he repainted the boat. The new paint was even better suited for protecting the sides from moisture.

As the north wind ceased, the south wind brought rain. The Master, again, did not dare to leave the harbor. However, he used this time to install new gear on his boat, including the best ropes. The boat became even better than before. Yet, while waiting for the rains to end, winter arrived. Would one embark on the perfect trip in winter? Waiting for spring became necessary.

During this time, the Master continued to enhance his boat. He added the most modern steering wheel and the most beautiful flag on the mast, among other improvements. Though his boat had never been to the open sea, he became a recognized specialist. Invitations to sailors' meetings followed, where he extolled the virtues of his boat and shared insights on making similar boats. He knew every detail and nuance, as well as where to obtain specific parts.

Now that spring had arrived, the Master still couldn't set out to sea. The tides had changed, requiring another wait for the ideal situation. He spent hours near the boat, touching up and fixing it while observing the weather. Yet, perfection seemed elusive for the journey.

Until one day, a Dragon soared through the sky, cutting through the clouds with its wings, heading toward the opposite shore of the sea. Unexpectedly, the Master realized that, to cross the sea, he must, at least, start swimming. He immediately got into the boat and, without waiting for perfect weather, set off. Thus, he became a Traveler.