On the hill above the shore stood the old mill. That mill has survived the weathering of time, the elements, and human progression. Blue Bay was once known as the home of blue dye. The mill was where the fruit and plants were crushed into dye powder.
Stories say the dye they made at Blue Bay was the most beautiful blue. Nowhere else could make a dye so blue. So unique was the colour that all of Europe demanded Blue Bay's dye. The English, the Spaniards, the Dutch, the Portuguese, and even the Russians all wanted the blue dye and the fabric they made at Blue Bay.
Looking at the old mill now, you'd never believe it. The lands around the mill no longer grow the dye plants. The lands had been divided and sold to developers, who, taking advantage of the shore, built hotels, villas, and guest houses; "beach front property" they called it.
The portion of land where the mill itself stood with the storehouse was sold. Now it's a bar, with a "great view of the bay," surrounded by the "rich, historical feel of the milling ground," which allows patrons to "lose themselves in the history of Blue Bay."
The mill is all that remains of the original structures, and it hasn't been maintained. Half of the mill itself has collapsed; there's a kapok that grew in the centre, and two other trees sprouted from seedlings that were trapped in the stone wall. The mill is now nothing more than roots and stone.
Despite surviving five centuries, the mill has really been dead since dye operations stopped. Now it's nothing more than a crumbling skeleton, propped up by the little ones that came after it and grew safely in its shade.
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