legendary presence of a man named David?"

 legendary presence of a man named David

David starts his day with the same bold grace—sunlight warming his skin, sea salt in his hair, and not a care in the world for who might be watching. His presence is so striking that even the bustling docks seem to pause, as if holding their breath. In the distance, Saint Nikolas sighs, perhaps in awe or quiet reverence. And the Sun itself, usually the center of all attention, seems to bow in acknowledgment of David—as if even nature recognizes his fearless, untamed spirit..