Just off Ibiza’s south-west coast sits Es Vedrà, a limestone rock rising almost 400 metres straight out of the sea. Sailors swear the compass behaves oddly near it and locals call it magnetic — you can anchor nearby, look up, and decide for yourself.

Formentera is a twenty-minute sail south of Ibiza and feels like another decade entirely. No high-rise hotels, sand so pale it glows, and water so clear you can count the anchor chain links from the deck. Most crews anchor off Espalmador and simply refuse to leave.

Balearic sailors plan their hops around the embat, the afternoon sea breeze that funnels between the islands almost like clockwork. Catch it and you get four hours of effortless sailing; miss it and you motor. Your skipper knows the difference — that is why you hired one.

A catamaran this size does not heel, does not roll and does not rush. Your morning coffee stays in the cup, your guests stay in a good mood, and the skipper gets to look like the calmest man in the Balearics.

Ibiza Town’s old quarter, Dalt Vila, is a UNESCO World Heritage site — a walled hilltop of stone lanes looking straight down at the marina where your yacht waits. Climb it on your last evening, look back at the masts below, and you will understand why people come back by sea.