"Let this power come, mad enough to attack me! Already, at its approach, Our God, the angry God of Ayti, emerging from the bosom of the seas, appears; his threatening brow raises the waves, stirs up the storms; his powerful hand breaks or scatters the ships; to his dreadful Voice, the laws of nature obey; Disease, plague, ravenous hunger, fire, and poison fly in his wake. “But why rely on the help of the climate and the elements? Have I forgotten that I command uncommon souls, nurtured in adversity, whose audacity is inflamed by obstacles and strengthened by dangers? Let them come then, these cohorts of terrifying disorder! I await them with a firm foot, with a steady eye. (...) … woe to him who approaches (...)! It would be better for him that the sea had swallowed him in its deep abysses than to be devoured by the wrath of the Children of the Eternal Empire of Ayti.”
 Words from the Super Soldier and His Majesty Jacques I