The swift might speak of its flight, if stories are no longer there ...

Imagine when thinking of spirit fish making stories in the sea that there were days when grand scenarios occurred, that might even have involved how the little statue of the God of Longevity reached our shores centuries ago. A school of huge fish, trevally perhaps, was once corralled in a wall of water building off the coast of Darwin. Hour after hour, the trapped fish were thrown around through rough waves, until they reached the sea's end, and were hauled up through an almighty tide thrown over the coast, along with everything else the cyclone had collected and stirred up through the vast distances it had travelled across the sea.