On the sunny Hope Island, sitting in a thatched hut on a small hill, Charles, with his upper body naked, carefully looked at the map of Hope Island that he had explored in front of him.
"This area can be planned as a residential area, and this area can be designated as a port area. This area is relatively flat and can be used to grow food. However, the ryegrass in the sea of earth will definitely not be able to block such strong sunlight, so we must find suitable crops.
Drawing is a piece of cake for Charles, and soon the whole island was planned by him. Originally, planning an island should be done by professionals, but unfortunately there are no such people on the island, so Charles can only do it himself reluctantly.
A month had passed since the photos were sent out, and Charles, who had nothing else to do, began to do the work of the governor of the island.
It's not just because he is now the governor of Hope Island, he has another plan. If he finds his family and it is impossible to live there, then bringing them down is also an option.
Charles came out of the hut with the planned map.
Looking around, the ground was full of straw huts built by the crew. Looking down from above, it looked like a crooked, fat centipede lying in the woods.
The crew members were no longer satisfied with staying in the straw huts on such a beautiful island. Many of them ran around excitedly, wearing huge umbrellas made of leaves.
They tasted all kinds of fruits everywhere, and never got tired of it even though they were poisoned several times.
Those big umbrellas crawled all over the island and brought back information about Hope Island to Charles.
The entire Hope Island is very large, even larger than Charles had imagined. It is 63 kilometers long and 42 kilometers wide. The shape of the island is similar to an irregular prism.
Most of the island's terrain is covered with trees and shrubs. It is generally flat and has no mountains. The most ideal building location is undoubtedly the ruins of the previous foundation. Charles plans to build the center of the island there.
Just as Charles was looking at his territory, he found that the crew in the distance were cutting trees again. He frowned and rushed down quickly.
As soon as we arrived, we saw Dipper, shirtless, holding a big umbrella and shouting slogans excitedly.
"Stop! Didn't I say that logging is prohibited?"
Dipper turned around and said with a smile: "Captain, we are planning to build a Governor's Mansion for you. The carpenters of the Wave Razor are very capable. They will definitely build you the most magnificent Governor's Mansion in the entire sea!"
"The Governor's Mansion will be rebuilt when we have time. You are not allowed to cut down the remaining trees. I am not kidding you. This is an order."
It is easy to cut down trees, but it is much more difficult to plant them. He doesn't want his island to become bare in a short time.
Seeing Dipper walking towards the straw hut in frustration, Charles stopped him and said he would find something for this guy to do. Otherwise, this guy would definitely not be idle.
"Take your men to record all the plants on the island, and carefully record all the edible plants."
Selling carbon is definitely not an option. If we talk about what Hope Island can offer in the sea, besides sunshine, it should be the fruits. Maybe this is a business opportunity.
"Report, I apply to extend the event time by two hours." Richard's frivolous voice sounded in my mind.
"What are you going to do now?"
"I'm preparing a gift for my sister. We've been out for so long, we can't go back empty-handed. We have to bring some local specialties, right?"
"So when you went to the beach last night, did you also prepare local specialties for your sister?" As soon as Charles said this, Richard stopped talking.
Charles didn't ask any further questions. He already knew what this guy was thinking, and asking more questions would be useless.
Just as Charles was about to go back to the hut to continue adding details to the plan, he suddenly heard the whistle of a steamship coming from the seaside.
It was not just one sound, but it was sounded simultaneously by more than a dozen ships. According to the agreement, this represented the highest alert.
"Under what circumstances would the people guarding the ship at sea sound the highest alarm?" The suffocating shadow of Soroma flashed through Charles' mind.
The crew members on the island, who had just been overjoyed, rushed towards the coast along the straw huts at the fastest speed.
However, when they rushed to the beach, everyone was stunned. It seemed that a new sun had risen on the southern horizon.
Grabbing the telescope from the crew member next to him, Charles saw the true face of the "sun".
The dazzling light from the mirror on the 400-meter-long golden ship continued to shine, piercing the surrounding darkness.
Charles' heart, which had just been hanging in the air, suddenly fell. The obvious triangular mark on the hull proved its identity. It was not a pirate from Sodom, but a ship of the Church of Light.
There are also large and small ships surrounding this huge ship of the Church of Light.
Seeing so many ships sailing towards the Hope from the sea was very spectacular, making Charles feel like he was watching a military parade.
But when it comes to eye-opening, the people on the boat were definitely more eye-opening than Charles. Their reactions were the same as when Charles came before, either standing there motionless or slapping themselves in the face.
Seeing that their ship was getting closer and closer and was about to run aground, Charles quickly ordered the Narwhal to sound the whistle to alert them.
The golden ship began to drop the small boats like dumplings, and rushed directly to the beach.
Some guys who didn't have a boat couldn't wait any longer and jumped into the sea and swam desperately towards this side.
Seeing their excitement, Charles, who was standing on the beach, led his men to quickly remind them loudly, "Don't get close to the sun! It can kill you! Go to the straw huts!"
Even though Charles' warning was very timely, more than a dozen people still fell on the beach in the end, with peaceful smiles on their faces, as if they had returned to their mother's arms.
The thousands of people who came down from the ship filled the thatched hut built by Charles.
They were so excited at this moment, looking around incoherently, that it was very difficult for Charles to find someone to talk to.
Just as Charles was looking at these excited guys with a headache, a man with a mustache and a monocle walked up to Charles with some excitement.
"Hello, Mr. Charles. I am George, the branch president of the Coral Island Explorers Association. Please sign here. Your ownership of this island will be backed up in the association."
Charles took it. "I remember I didn't inform you."
He just noticed that, apart from the large ship shining with golden light, the people coming down from those small boats were not believers of the Church of Light, and he didn't know why they were rushing over so excitedly.
The man with the mustache looked at the fantastic scenes around him and answered absentmindedly, "We have cooperated with the Church of Light before. When we first heard them say that they had found the Land of Light, we thought it was ridiculous, but we didn't expect it to be true."
(End of this chapter)