From Ramon Pdq Poem by Morgan Michaels

Flanked by the Gulf Stream, La Habana is favored by sailors, for the current carries a ship seaward in no time with no dependence on wind. In no time the ship was far to sea, almost invisible, a speck. Julia clucked and raised her parasol. For a time, she watched it vanishing.
With unusual fervor, she prayed for his safe return, considering their union 'a good thing'.

It was the kind of voyage sailors hope for. The sea was smooth and flat as glass. Warm winds filled the sails and drove them on and after a while they grew used to the rocking. At night, the timbers creaked reassuringly. Strolling the deck at dawn, Ramon scanned the waves for mermaids, which he didn't believe in. Maybe on that account, he saw none.Once they overtook a pod of whales- cows and calves- whose antics drew them all to the rail.

There were oranges and plantains and salt cod aplenty. No one became ill. Each evening, the sky reddened promisingly and the boatswain, accompanying himself on guitar, sent a song out over the waves. When he finished, everyone clapped. At night, the stars burned with dazzling brightness and the horizon disappeared. Then dawn returned, bringing unclouded skies that turned from red to blue. One day followed another. Eventually, he relaxed because you can't always be on guard against things that never happen. If this was sea travel, he didn't mind it. After 38 days they entered Cadiz- two days early!