The wind and rain cleansed, and the vegetation was lush. The iron mine mountain lay like a giant beast, and the small river at its foot meandered like a long snake. In the lowlands of the bay, there was a gentle ripple of clear waves, and all things burst with vitality.
"With the protection of the Chief Divine! To the northeast of this mining area, there is just a river, connecting the flat northern bay and the undulating mountains to the south. As the first settlement the Kingdom established on Cuba, it might as well be located at the foot of this mountain!"
Priest Tomate stood at a high point, gazing around with a face full of smiles. The fleet meeting was over, and a foothold proposal was made. The preliminary scouting of the Mayari Iron Mine was also almost complete. Only then did he enthusiastically drag the old militia Chiwaco around, determining the location of the first settlement.
