The dry wind rises from the arid season of the Iberian Peninsula, crossing the entire Atlantic Ocean, brewing under the Azores high pressure, and finally transforms into damp northeast trade winds, blowing mightily westward. And when the trade winds arrive in May at the hot Caribbean Islands, heavy moisture falls from the clouds, ushering in the rainy season on the Cuba Main Island.
"Whoosh... Splash!..."
The wind blows the spray, as the oars cut through the waves. Iron Bay Town of the Kingdom is already the busiest place on the thousands of miles of Cuba Main Island. Hundreds of canoes fish inside and outside the harbor, while more tribes paddle small boats from various parts of Cuba to trade. Even quite a few big canoes come from the distant Haiti Island, carrying full loads of tobacco, fruits, and cotton thread, to exchange for a few useful ironwares and a small bag of attractive glass beads.
"Everyone put more effort, get the sails up! Good! Great!..."
