The CEO's Silent Revenge
The Azores archipelago in the middle of the North Atlantic was a place where the sky and the ocean fought an eternal, violent war.
Thick, icy fog rolled over the volcanic black cliffs of the island of Flores, swallowing the deep valleys and the jagged coastline in a suffocating white blanket. Here, miles away from any major trade route, lay a private, unregistered deep-water dry-dock. It was a massive concrete scar carved directly into the black volcanic rock, completely hidden from aerial surveillance by the permanent cloud cover and the high basalt walls of the cove.