Karakuri, a snow island located in Paradise. It was a textbook example of a Grand Line country with a harsh environment. But even here people lived and thrived. Its capital Future City flourished through technological marvels. Even the smaller towns scattered around the island benefited from technology. But there were some things that needed more than just the attention of machines to live. Native flora and fauna managed to adapt to this icy cold weather on their own. Nature was amazing that way.
Seeking to learn more about them, a small party arrived at a certain field to inspect the condition of the crops there. Adapting to the environment was simply just that. They could live in it, but it didn't mean the fruit and yield was in any way comparable to what you might find in say a tropical island. For an organization like the Marines, supply and productivity was quite important, especially for a commodity like food. So if there was any way it could be improved, it would be a huge boon.
The supposed leader of the small entourage stepped away from the group and bent down to check what was on the ground. Garden trowel in hand, the little Commodore dug up a bit of the soil and snow mixture until she finally unearthed what looked like a potato. Although as far as her culinary knowledge could tell her, it was very much below average in size compared to the potatoes she was used to.
"Just to clarify, it is harvest season here soon right?"
The one closest to her flipped through some papers before nodding. She shook her head. It was worse than she thought. In any other island, being this close to harvest meant the crops should be quite enormous in size already. Yet what she dug up here was barely bigger than her hand. And she had very small hands.
Suzu