The winds of July blew from the sea toward the land. The Hawaiian High spun clockwise, hurling fierce gales at the continent's western coast. Yet unlike the rainfall brought by the Azores High, summer on North America's west coast was dry and short on rain.
Across that entire dry western coast, the warm California Bay Area was something special. The Alaska Warm Current flowed north from the lands of Golden Bay, traveling all the way toward the polar northwest, reaching the Bering Strait, and even connecting with the Oyashio Current off the Kamchatka Peninsula.
The California Cold Current flowed south from here, heading toward the coasts of Mesoamerica. And if one followed the cold current southward, there lay the footprints of the exploration fleet's northward journey, starting from the original Guano peninsula.
"In mid-March, the Kingdom's exploration fleet of more than a thousand people reached the long, narrow peninsula and arrived at the cape at its southernmost tip. Then, right there, the vast fleet split in two! The merchant fleet's thirty double-hulled Canoes, carrying three or four hundred people, stayed there to mine Guano. And the first newly built village, South Birdstone Village, was established there as well, housing over fifty people..."
"After that, twelve Longships, carrying more than seven hundred people, rounded the peninsula's southernmost point and truly sailed toward the northern coast..."
Exploration captain Zuwaro lifted his head and gazed at the southern waves, recalling the starting point of their exploration into the unknown. He had personally named "South Birdstone Village," meaning "the village south of the peninsula that produces Guano." As for the surrounding Cochimí, they were all loose and scattered beyond belief. Their largest tribe numbered barely a hundred people, and directly submitted to the enormous fleet.
"The loose and sparse Cochimí did not even have