About seven hundred merchants
boarded the ship. The ship sailed seven humdred leagues in seven
days. The ship rode the crest of a terrible wave; it could not
maintain its balnace; the planks gave way under the might of
the waves; water rushed in at many places; the ship foundered
in the middle of the ocean. All the passengers feared death;
they cried and wailed, 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 mixed 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 on 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 the
school of fish and turtles, to a distance of one usabha (70 meters).
On that same day, King Polajanaka died. From that moment in,
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. |