Growing up in Iceland’s only landlocked town of its size, Egill Bjarnason’s inorganic route to the sea began on a bicycle. With a sore knee from cycling halfway around Iceland, he stopped for a rest in the coastal town of Húsavík—thinking it was just for a few nights. In his own words, a “somewhat insane” captain tricked him on board a schooner and taught him to love wooden boats and the ocean forever after. When he’s not sailing, Bjarnason is based in Reykjavík. His work has appeared in National Geographic, Al Jazeera, and Lonely Planet.