As its mystery-laden echo died away in the deep of the forest along the shore line, the blades of 100 tomahawks crashed into the frail bodies of the two war canoes. A moment of ripple, a moment of bubbles, and all was still. De Soto and his companions, in silent astonishment, gazed upon the grave of Chichi-Okobee and his hundred companions-at-arms-they had gone to guard the resting place of their young chieftain's love.
The bay, "Sarasota Bay," as it has since been known, like a mirror of steel, reflects the doings of the stars and whispers to the caressing winds the story of the love of Chichi-Okobee and the beautiful Spaniard.
The elders of the Seminoles repeat the legend of the children, and say that the spirits of Chichi-Okcobee, and his warriors are in eternal combat with the spirits of evil and the children of the storm god, holding the pass to the gulf and protecting the resting place of Sara De Soto.
It is said that the sullen roar of the gulf, as it breaks upon the beaches, is but the noise, of conflict, and that the whitecaps which chase each other and break and tumble across the pass are but the wraths of the warriors of Okobee and the children of the sea, tossing their spirit arms, and meeting in never ending contest for the possession of the bay.
This, the legend of Sara De Soto and Chichi, the fleet and strong -- the legend of Sarasota Bay.
It is peaceful, it is beautiful.