About seven hundred merchants boarded the ship. The ship sailed seven hundred leagues in seven days. The ship rode the crest of a terrible wave; it could not maintain its balance; the planks gave way under the might of the waces; water urshed in at many places; the ship foundered in the middle of the ocean. All the passengers feared death; they cried and wailed, and invoked and exhorted the gods for help. But the Great Being did not cry nor wail, did not invoke nor exhort the gods for help. The prince knew that the ship would sink, so he missed sugar with butter and had his fill of this mixture. Then he soaked two pieces of plain cloth in oil and wound them tightly around his body. He stood up, holding onto the mainmast. He climbed up the mast as the ship was sinking. The others became food for fish and turtles; the water all around took the colour of blood. The Great Being stood up on the top of the mast. He aimed in the direction of Mithila and jumped forwards off the mast, exerting his great strength to clear a school of fixh and turtles, to a distance of one usabha (70 metres).
On that same day, King Polajanka died.
From that moment on, the Great Being was like a golden banana tree trunk in the waves which had the colour of ruby, swimming in the ocean by the might of his shoulders. He swam for seven days, but it seemed only one day.
On that same day, King Polajanka died.
From that moment on, the Great Being was like a golden banana tree trunk in the waves which had the colour of ruby, swimming in the ocean by the might of his shoulders. He swam for seven days, but it seemed only one day.
