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Here is where the Río Negro ends. In the early days, many would go into this bay and then disappear there—ships, many people, little canoes. I do not know if it was the one eaten by the serpent. One day, that man who fished for the big-headed Amazon River turtles, irapuca, cast his line to catch turtles. Suddenly, a group of dolphins causing a stir, near him, would not allow him to catch anything. Angrily, he had a shotgun, he came close and—Pum—aimed well at its heart, its belly. Because of the noise he made, they disappeared. Right there, he remained calm, fishing.