There is an island where rivers run deep.
Where the sea sparkling in the sun earns it
the name Jewel of the Antilles
An island where the poorest of peasants labor.
And the wealthiest of grand Hommes play.
Two different worlds on one island!
The grand Hommes, with their pale brown
skins and their French ways. Owners of the
land and masters of their own fates.
And the peasants, black as night, eternally at
the mercy of the wind and the sea, who pray
constantly... to the gods.