The sunlight from outside suddenly shone in, a bit glaring, so she raised her hand to shield her eyes. After adjusting for a while, she then focused and looked outside the window.
Outside was the great ocean of azure blue, rows of coconut trees cast patches of green shade, and the sunlight illuminated the soft sand on the beach. Numerous beauties in bikinis frolicked by the seaside, each with figures that could be considered perfect, just like the women she had seen in prison.
A bit further off, she could also make out many strong men donning monochrome vests and army green camouflage pants, carrying guns and patrolling the area, occasionally mixed with a few women in leather jackets and leather pants weaving among them.
In summary, although these people looked ordinary, each and every one of them seemed extraordinary.
Jackson Sully was somewhat distracted, guessing that this must be a private island?
