On one of the islands away from the T-Vino….
The sun shone bright on the land below, surrounded by vast amounts of seawater. The place was slightly uphill and overlooked the sea, but it was also positioned so strategically that no one could easily spot it from outside.
Hidden behind jagged cliffs, covered in early morning mist nearly all day, it was also surrounded by treacherous currents; the island was nearly invisible to passing ships, especially the part with the most activity. From above, it looked like a slice of paradise - lush, green, and quiet - but what lay beneath the canopy of beauty was anything but.
In the open fields, workers moved like shadows, bent low, harvesting with shaking hands. The crop was cannabis and some other crops. There were rows upon rows of them, thick and lush, stretching as far as the eye could see.
