It was a hard battle which did much to blood and bone, but the villagers subdued the great shark and killed it. They then looked upon it and wondered, full of anger and bafflement, what use they could make of it.
Till Ollepor had his inspiration. "We can bear no more of this, and this is our opportunity to stop it." He hollowed out the shark. He took out its guts, and he firmed up the insides with beams, and he made the tail a rudder too. He made the fins into oars and did everything else necessary.
Then he bade the villagers, the brave ones, the strong, to gird themselves and enter the shark with him. Together they sailed forth and down, far below to the seat of the sea king where they offered battle. Spear went against spear and net against net, and in the end the veterans who had defeated the sea's heroes before did so again.
"I am defeated," the sea king confessed. "And what now?"
"Now, rain," Ollepor demanded, and so it was done. The clouds took away great gallons of water so that the village soon sat on a cape. The sea king sent the villagers back and along with them another shark filled with gifts, and ever since the war shark and the treasure shark were the symbols of the village, later a town and then a great city.
Finis
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