They had been plucked from their corpses by two brothers, giants.
It was said, that these serpents were also brothers,
Born in the sea, from the sky father and the earth mother.
The elder deep water dragon was known as Tamaris,
And his brother, the slimmer and lean serpent,
Was known as Ploumenn.
They spent most of their time,
Enjoying riding the ripping waves,
Swimming in the bay near the beach,
And diving for the tasty fish on the bed.
They had been born to the land,
And could not swim.
The jealousy devoured them,
Consumed them,
Until one storm battered evening,
They conceived a devilish plan,
To enact,
And calm their anger.
They stripped the local trees bare,
And used their bark to make two rods.
They gut local wolves and hares,
And used their innards to make string.
After crafting their tools,
They cast into the waters,
And caught many white tailed fish,
Which they threw into a bucket,
And dragged,
Poured,
And left in a heap upon the sand.
They hid,
And waited.
Time passed,
But eventually,
Heads poked out of the water,
Disturbing and sending ripples,
Which continued,
As they began their swim towards shore.
Once in the shallow waters,
They pulled up,
With a mighty stroke,
Their bodies,
And coiled,
Launched themselves out of the water,
And onto the beach.
They snacked and gobbled,
Unaware of the two giants,
Creeping up behind them.
With one large thwack of a club,
With one large prod of a spear,
The two serpents were no more.
They cut them,
And pulled out their bones,
Using it to build the foundations,
Of a new settlement.
Guilt riddled,
After realising their crime,
The two giants hurled themselves,
Off the tallest of the nearby cliffs,
And once they had drowned,
Their bodies merged,
Turned,
And formed an island,
Off the shore,
And so came Lugh’s Island.
The serpents and the giants were,
No more.