A cargo ship to grow food hydroponically near the highest mountain in our juristiction to protect the great white from those who seek to destroy it.
A few yachts to sail.
As the island grows over time and one day becomes habitable.
Fish and greens to eat.
A mountain to climb.
Fresh air and water on the icecaps.
An escape, a new future away from the simmed machine.
A scientific research community.
A militant community with torpedos.
Torping the trawling who steal the fish.
Growing rare seeds.
Reading books.
A joy.
An unrealistic dream.
But a good one.