The sun shone brightly over Hope Island. Sitting in a grass hut atop a small hill, the bare-chested Charles carefully studied the newly surveyed map of the island.
"This area can be planned as a residential zone, this part as a harbor, and this stretch is relatively flat, so it should be good for farming." However, the ryegrass from the Abyss-Sea definitely can't withstand sunlight this intense. We'll have to find suitable crops.
Drawing maps was child's play for Charles. In no time, he had finished planning the entire island. Normally, specialists would handle such work, but unfortunately, there were none on the island. Charles had no choice but to take it upon himself.
It had been a month since the photos were sent out. With little else to do, Charles had started taking on the duties of the island's Governor.
