In 1976, a 62-foot wooden canoe left the coast of Hawaii carrying a crew of fifteen people and zero instruments. No compass. No GPS. No sextant. No radio. The navigator was a man from a tiny island in Micronesia who had never been to Tahiti and had no map of how to get there. And 2,500 miles later (33 days at sea) he sailed directly into the harbor. Like he'd done it a hundred times. Using nothing but the stars, the swells, the wind, and the birds. This is the story of the Hōkūleʻa. It’s not just a sailing story. It's a story about what happens when a culture almost disappears - and then decides not to.