Of principal, primary, a hidden force

When I am at home I do not exist,
At my enemy’s camp I am all that there is,
The wind will use me as both path and source,
A primary, cardinal, hidden force.
No birds swim here, but I’ll help you steer,
Pilots, pirates, and iron alike.
What am I?

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