Episode 128 – King Shark – Myths Your Teacher Hated

Episode 128 Show Notes

Source: Hawaiian Mythology

This week on MYTH, we’re headed to the shores of Hawaii for our own mini shark week. You’ll discover that sharks have the best lobsters, that shark royal courts are vicious and suspicious places, and that you can cook a delicious meal inside a shark. Then, in Gods and Monsters, we’ll meet a different but perhaps familiar shark king from the comics. This is the Myths Your Teacher Hated podcast, where I tell the stories of cultures from around the world in all of their original, bloody, uncensored glory. Modern tellings of these stories have become dry and dusty, but I’ll be trying to breathe new life into them. This is Episode 128, “King Shark”. As always, this episode is not safe for work.
I’m getting a little tired of the dark and cold here where I am, so this week, we’re heading down to the islands of Hawaii. Live every day like it’s Shark Week, right? This week’s tale comes from the Fornander Collection of Hawaiian Antiquities and Folk-Lore, collected by Abraham Fornander in 1918.
Long, long ago, a boy named Pu-nia lived with his mother Hina (who we’ve met before in some of our Maui tales, though she is clearly not with the trickster himself in this tale). On this particular day, Pu-nia was craving lobster. Fortunately, he lived on an island where such delicacies were abundant so he said to his mother “Hey mom, can I go down to the lobster cave that dad used to go to and get us some lobsters for dinner?” Hina knelt down beside her boy and looked him seriously in the eye. “Absolutely not, Pu-nia. That cave is far too dangerous. Your father was lost in that cave, and no other man has ever been able to escape from that awful place alive. Anyone who ventures down there gets gobbled up by the sharks.”
Hina was right about the dangers of the cave. There was indeed a shark prowling those lobster-laden waters – and not just any shark but Kaialeale, the king of the sharks. He ruled over a court of ten lesser sharks who all lurked beneath him, hunting for any unwary humans (and devouring fish in the meantime). Despite his father’s death and his mother’s warning, Pu-nia couldn’t let his craving for lobster go. He asked his mother again the next day and was again refused permission. Pu-nia decided to take matters into his own hands and headed down to the cave without permission. He wasn’t just being a willful turd though, he had a clever plan.
Pu-nia went down to a spot on the cliffs just above the lobster cave, safely out of reach of even the boldest leaping shark (and if you’ve ever watched Shark Week, you know that a leaping shark is a truly terrifying sight). Looking down, he saw Kaialeale and his ten courtiers asleep in the ocean waves. In truth, sharks don’t exactly sleep in the traditional sense (according to Encyclopedia Britannica online) but they do engage in periods of deep rest, with their eyes open and watching for movement around them. Great whites in particular can indeed drift in an almost catatonic state with their mouth gaping open to force water over their gills, though this was only definitely discovered fairly recently. So once again, there are some interesting kernels of truth buried in mythology. Anyway.
Pu-nia looked down on the sleeping sharks and cleared his throat. “I wonder if the dread shark Kaialeale is still asleep. If he is, I bet I can sneak down into the water, dive down, and swim over to that little point and get the lobsters I promised my mother. We can eat them with some of those awesome potatoes from the uplands.” He made his voice extremely loud while pretending to be nonchalant so that he could be sure he was overheard. As planned, Kaialeale and his ten sharks woke up and heard Pu-nia’s pretend plan to sneak through the surf to lobster town. Thinking himself very sneaky, Kaialeale whispered to his fellow sharks “Let’s keep still and watch where the boy dives into the water. We can then charge him and devour his ass before he can escape. We’re much faster than any human child in the water, so it looks like meat’s back on the menu boys!”
Pu-nia stepped back away from the cliff, picked up a large stone, and chunked it hard out over the edge. It splashed into the surf with a great spray of salty water. The sharks flashed into immediate action, swarming for the distant sandy point where Pu-nia had said he was planning to steal lobsters, thus leaving the actual cave where the lobsters were completely unguarded. The clever boy made a clean, nearly silent dive into the water below the cliff, snagged two lobsters, and climbed back onto shore before the eleven sharks realized there was no hapless human floundering near the point. “Hey there you Nimrods, you mighty hunters you! I am Pu-nia and I snuck down into the lobster cave right under your fins and grabbed two lobsters for dinner. This will make a fine meal for my mother and me. Thanks, shark number 11. Yeah, you, the one with the really thin tail. You should know Kaialeale that your friend there is the one who told me what to do today to get these magnificent lobsters, so thanks buddy!”
The king of the sharks heard this accusation from the human boy and, despite having just been tricked, the great shark swallowed the lie hook, line, and sinker. He ordered his fishy court to gather in a line and then counted them off. Sure enough, there were the expected ten sharks and he was just smart enough to know that he was the eleventh, so the gang was all here. He examined his courtiers until he found the one with the thinnest tail. “So. It was you. Why would you betray me, your captain, your king? I would have given you anything your cold dead heart desired but now, all I have to give you is a swift death.” Without giving the shark a chance to defend itself, Kaialeale tore the smaller shark apart, frothing the water red with its blood. High above, Pu-nia laughed and laughed. “Good job, sucker. You killed one of your own for no reason at all! King of the sharks indeed.” Still laughing, he took his lobsters and headed inland to cook them for dinner for himself and Hina.
Hina was upset with her son for disobeying her but thrilled at the delicious lobster he’d brought back. He told her how he’d tricked the sharks, thus eliminating the danger to himself and making his lobstering trip quite safe. It was a great dinner, but it didn’t last long. With eleven huge, hungry sharks swarming the shores of the island (well, ten now), there weren’t many fish for the humans to catch and eat and soon Pu-nia and Hina were quite hungry. “Mom, fishing isn’t working. You and I both know that there are a bunch of lobsters down in that cave that the sharks don’t eat, so let me go down there and fetch some.” Hina shook her head emphatically. “Please do not, my son. I’m begging you. Just because you survived your first trip down there doesn’t mean you’ll survive this one too. You had a clever trick, sure, but it won’t work forever. I couldn’t stand to lose you like I lost your father.”
Pu-nia acknowledged his mothers fears and then ignored her and went back to the cliffs anyway. He couldn’t just sit around and watch his mother starve when there was something he could do about it. As before, he found the sleeping sharks and called out about how he had tricked the sharks last time, so they wouldn’t be expecting him to actually go to the place he’d pretended to go before. He would dive in and swim over to the point and get lobsters before the sharks could respond. Once he was sure they were awake, he hurled a huge rock as far as he could. The ten sharks (since the eleventh was dead) flashed into hungry movement and hunted the tender man-flesh they were sure they’d outsmarted this time. Pu-nia made another clean dive into the ocean, snagged two lobsters, and snuck back up from the cave.
“Hey there you Nimrods, you mighty hunters you! I am Pu-nia and I snuck down into the lobster cave right under your fins and grabbed two lobsters for dinner. Again! Thanks, shark number 10. Yeah, you, the one with the enormous stomach. You should know Kaialeale that your friend there is the one who told me what to do today to get these magnificent lobsters, so thanks buddy! You seem to have a lot of traitors in your midst, oh mighty king. You should get your house in order.” Completely fooled again, Kaialeale ordered his remaining courtiers into a line to examine them. He counted them off and came to shark ten, who did indeed have a big bloated belly. The king of the sharks gave another grand speech about honor and betrayal before murdering the shit out of the unfortunate wretch who Pu-nia had lied about. Only after the victim was dead did Pu-nia again reveal that he had tricked the sharks into eliminating one more of the deadly predators making the waters around the island unsafe.
Day after day, Pu-nia returned to the cliffs and continued tricking them into leaving the lobster cave unguarded long enough for the boy to steal two of them. Once he was safely ashore again, he would pick one of the remaining sharks and accuse it of being the one who had helped him this time and the great shark king was fooled every time. To be fair, sharks have a very tiny brain compared to humans (though they’re actually fairly large compared to body size for a fish). He kept this simple ruse up until, at last, only Kaialeale was left alive. The waters were almost safe for the people of the island again, but his usual trick wasn’t going to work this time. The shark king might be the Elmer Fudd of Hawaii, but even he couldn’t be convinced that he himself was the traitor and murder himself. Not even Bugs Bunny could pull that trick off.
Pu-nia thought for a while and came up with a different clever idea. He cut down two sticks about a yard long each and then went looking for the stuff for hia, or the process for making fire. For this, you needed an aunaki, or a stick of softer wood for rubbing against, and an aulima, or a stick of harder wood for rubbing with. He also gathered up some charcoal, kindling, food, salt, and an opihi shell (a conical shell from a limpet, a type of mollusk). Putting everything in a big bag, Pu-nia headed to the beach directly above the cave. Looking down, he saw Kaialeale snoozing as usual. Perfect.
“It’s about time for me to dive down for another pair of lobsters, but I don’t have any convenient shark stooges to use as a distraction this time. If Kaialeale were to find me when I dive and bite me, I’ll die and my blood will gush to the surface. When my mother sees that, she’ll call upon her powers and raise me from the dead. Easy peasy. I sure hope the shark king doesn’t figure out that if he swallows me whole, my mother won’t see my blood rising to the surface and won’t be able to bring me back to life. I’ll be dead for reaslies, no take backsies.” Down below, Kaialeale had woken up and heard this very loud soliloquy and didn’t bother questioning what he heard, despite having been tricked ten times already.
“That schmuck just gave me the secret to killing him once and for all. Once he’s dead, I can restart my court and rule the seas with an iron fin. I’ll open my mouth as wide as I can and resist every instinct to bite down on his tender flesh. That asshole will finally die for good and nothing can save him. He will suffer under the wrath of a vengeful king. Prepare to die.” Hearing the shark monologue (and knowing the fishy fiend wasn’t clever enough to lay his own counter trick), Pu-nia dove down into the ocean with his bag. As soon as he splashed down, Kaialeale rushed over, jaws gaping, and Pu-nia walked right past the razor-sharp teeth and into its gullet without so much as a scratch. Time for phase 2.
As soon as Pu-nia was inside, the shark tried to close his powerful jaws but the young man was prepared. He took the two yard-long sticks, each very stout, and jammed the shark’s jaws wide open. I’m going to assume that the shark surfaced at this point to shake and thrash because otherwise it makes no sense at all. See, Pu-nia took the aunaki and the aulima and made a fire in the massive shark’s stomach. If the shark dove, he’d actually kill Pu-nia so this was a very risky plan but he’d figured out how this deadly fish thought. As long as the jaw was stuck open, it wouldn’t dive. Because reasons.
Once the fire was kindled, he added the coals to really get it hot and roaring. He then pulled out his opihi shell to scrape the shark’s innards and cut out chunks of raw meat. Once he had enough, he put it on the fire with the potatoes and cooked himself a nice, salted meal. It was really quite tasty considering the rough location he had to cook in. As you might expect, the combination of fire and butchery was incredibly painful for the shark (though it’s a little hard to feel bad for the murderous bastard). The pain was so excruciating that the shark couldn’t make itself sit still. It kept swimming this way and that to try and escape the pain, but nothing worked. Diving would have put out the fire and ended the scraping of Pu-nia though it would have also doused the open wounds in salt water, so not perfect.
For ten days, the shark swam all over the ocean but never diving, growing weaker and weaker as it went days without food and kept losing more flesh to the boy’s cook fire. It eventually made its way over to a place called Alula just outside Kona, near Hiiakanoholae. It wasn’t all sunshine and roses for Pu-nia either. Sitting for days inside the shark’s gullet dissolved all of his hair, leaving him bald. He heard the breakers on the shoals and realized he was finally nearing land again after ten days in the open ocean. The breakers across the shoals in this part of the ocean were deadly; the crash of the violent waves through the razor-sharp rocks and coral would flay the flesh from an unwary swimmer’s bones. He was close to safety but still far away from anywhere he could actually make a break for it.
“If this is where the surf breaks against the shoals, then I am saved and can escape from the shark’s belly and certain death. If that cruel shark takes me out to the edge of the deep sea where the water is calm and the ocean floor falls away, then I am doomed for certain.” The desperate shark heard this, turned tail, and headed for the calmer waters of the ocean drop. “Oh no, this is bad. I can still make it to safety if this is where the ocean swells and breaks. If the shark takes me to the dry sand at the seashore where the grasses grow, then I shall surely die. That would be my certain doom.” The shark promptly headed for the shore and threw itself onto the beach. Kaialeale realized it had been tricked and tried to back itself back out into the open ocean, but it had thrown itself too far onto the sand. It was stuck.
A crowd of people soon gathered to gawk at the beached shark. Pu-nia heard them murmuring amongst themselves and had a new idea to escape his previous clever plan that had only kind of worked. “Be careful as you cut this shark open – there’s a very much alive person stuck inside here and you could kill me if you aren’t precise.” The people took out their wooden knives or pahoas and cut the shark open, taking care not to cut the boy trapped inside the fish. Out came a very gross and very tired Pu-nia, who as mentioned was completely bald. He was out and safe, so now he needed to get back to his undoubtedly distraught mother.
He had directed the shark to the only inhabited part of the island near Keaukaha, or at least the only part inhabited by people. See, the rest of the island was inhabited entirely by ghosts. As Pu-nia headed along the island, he spotted several ghosts near the beach with nets busy tying stones for sinkers to the edges of those nets. As soon as the specters saw him, Pu-nia raised his voice up very loud and began wailing and chanting, recounting all of the different places he used to go fishing with his father. “Alas, my dearly departed father, we were the only two fishermen of this place. We used to twist up our nets and catch ourselves kala, uhu, and palani (or surgeon fish, wrasse fish, and a different species of surgeon fish).We traveled all over the seas, to the beaches and fishing holes and deep sea runs, but now I am the only one left.”
At the sound of Pu-nia’s wailing, one of the ghosts listened carefully and then consulted with the others. “I hear a voice wailing on the wind. It seems to be recounting the places where he once lived with his dead father.” Another ghost nodded. “Preposterous. It’s just the wind or maybe the hooting of an owl. You’re imagining things.” For ghosts, they’re very skeptical of the supernatural apparently. A third ghost shook its head. “No, I hear a voice too. We should listen and see what it says.” As soon as they were done discussing amongst themselves, Pu-nia began wailing again, repeating his previous refrain.
When he finished this second refrain, the ghosts again discussed amongst themselves. “Well that’s awful helpful of the mysterious wind voice. Our nets will actually be useful with this information. Here comes a young man who is well-acquainted with this place who can make sure we won’t keep letting our nets down in the wrong places. We haven’t been catching shit, right?” They all agreed that this was true and so they called out to Pu-nia to come over to see them. Pu-nia promptly trotted over in answer to this invitation. They took in his distraught expression. “What’s the matter, lad? Why are you crying?” “I was just thinking about my father and how we used to fish together around here. Those lava rocks I saw made me think of him.” “The lava rocks, huh? Interesting. How about you show us where to cast our nets by those lava rocks you mentioned. We’ll work under your supervision.”
Pu-nia smiled. “Okay, I can agree to that as long as you all promise to follow my instructions to the letter. Do as I say and you will catch all the fish you want for…whatever ghosts need fish for. Here’s what we do – two of you swim out with me while the rest stay on the shore. When I call out, some of you swim out towards the three of us. If I hold up two fingers, that means I want two of you to come. If I hold up only one, then one of you come instead. Simple, right? The fish out here are very skittish, so this is the complicated way you have to proceed. See, the bottom is wide open, so there are a number of different places that the nets have to be dropped all at once to make sure you actually catch fish and they don’t all just escape.”
The ghosts listened closely to the instructions of Pu-nia, nodding to show that they understood. Smiling encouragingly, Pu-nia picked two ghosts and swam out with them. Once they had swam out a good ways, he signaled to the ghosts to let down the nets. “When I give the order, you both dive down deep and don’t come up again until I pull on the nets. I see a huge school of them, but they’ll scatter if we don’t do this exactly right.” The ghosts dove down obediently and Pu-nia dove down after them, twisting up the nets and tangling the ghosts deep below the ocean surface. Apparently ghosts need to breathe because they drowned (which also means ghosts can die, which is unexpected). I don’t really know why Pu-nia is killing the ghosts who, so far, have been no threat at all but I’m guessing ghosts are known for being extremely deadly to mortals.
Once he was sure they were dead, he surfaced again and called out two more ghosts to join him. He repeated this dirty trick and killed these two ghosts as well. Then he called out one and killed that ghost and so on until there were very few ghosts left. I don’t know how no one commented on the fact that more ghosts kept swimming out but none of them were ever actually there. At some point, that has to be suspicious right? Actually, yes. The ghosts still on the shore (who were clearly the cleverest and most observant ghosts) called out to Pu-nia. “Hey, uh, where exactly are the rest of our friends? We don’t see anyone out there on the waves but you, which is pretty weird.” “Oh, they’re here. They’re just under the water right now twisting up the fish in the nets. You’re going to have a literal feast when we’re done with this.”
The ghosts were suspicious but not suspicious enough. Pu-nia’s words reassured them and they had no reason to suspect treachery from this little boy, so when he held up a finger again, another ghost obediently came out to the surf. He kept up the ruse until all of the ghosts were tangled up in the nets and drowned in the ocean. Does this mean they’re ghosts squared? Super ghosts? What do ghosts become when they die? Pu-nia didn’t worry about it. He just went home to his mother, who was relieved and grateful that he somehow survived this ordeal. It was even better that: without the wicked king of the sharks guarding the beach, he could now go down to the cave for lobster whenever he wanted. The people of the island rejoiced to hear that the cruel tyrant of the sea would trouble them no more. And so, with it once more safe to go back in the water (at least until Jaws 2), it’s time for Gods and Monsters. This is a segment where I get into a little more detail about the personalities and history of one of the gods or monsters from this week’s pantheon that was not discussed in the main story. This week’s god is Nanaue.
If you’re a fan of DC comics or the 2021 Suicide Squad movie, you’re probably familiar with the somewhat loveable but undeniably dangerous villain King Shark. In canon, he is also known as Nanaue after his father, the Shark God (who is also known as Nanaue in Hawaiian mythology). The shark god is himself the son of Kamohoali’i, another shark god and brother to some of the more powerful gods such as Pele, the volcano goddess. This particular story comes from the Hawaiian travel guide created by locals to the island.
Long ago on the Big Island of Hawaii, there was a gorgeous woman named Kalei, who lived in Waipo Valley. Each night, after a long day of toiling away in her daily tasks, she would slip away to bathe in the ocean waters at the mouth of the valley. One night, Kamohoali’i the king of all sharks happened to be swimming in the region. He was cruising along just under the water when he happened along the gorgeous Kalei taking one of her late night naked swims. The shark god was entranced by the ethereal beauty of the young woman and decided that he needed to meet her desperately. This would be a pretty fucking traumatic experience for her in his current massive shark form; fortunately, he was a shapeshifting god.
He transformed into his own equally beautiful human form (picture Maui from the Moana movie and you’ll be in the right ballpark) in the guise of a powerful chief and began to search the land for the mysterious woman. He spent the next few days talking with the people of Waipo Valley until someone could finally point him towards the home of Kalei. She was as taken with Kamohoali’i as he was with her and they soon fell deeply in love and got married.
In due time, Kalei became pregnant (because of course two very hot, young, recently married people are gonna be fucking all day every day). As the time neared for the child to be born, Kamohoali’i felt the sea calling to him. He’d been away from his domain for too long and it was time that he return. He loved his wife, he truly did, but he had duties as a god that he could neglect no longer. The shittiest part of this whole situation is that the shark god was never honest with his wife about who he really was, even as he planned to abandon her and her son forever. Asshole. He instructed Kalei to give birth alone when the time came and watch over the child, who he told her would be a son and, most importantly, to never let him eat the flesh of any living animal ever for any reason. She promised her beloved husband that she would heed his instructions and they bid each other a tearful farewell. The story doesn’t say what lie he told her about why he had to leave, but it does say they never saw each other ever again.
One dark night as a massive storm racked the coast with towering waves and driving rain, Kalei gave birth to the shark king’s son. She was surprised, terrified, and dismayed when she saw that the boy was born with a truly strange disability – a large, jagged hole on his back that resembled nothing so much as a gaping fish’s mouth. Given everything we already know, I’m guessing you can figure out which specific fish. Kalei wrapped the child in a thin blanket of tapa cloth to hide the boy’s strange condition from the others of the valley. She sat there with him, rocking him and cooing at him. Without the strange back hole, he was a perfect, beautiful baby boy who she named Nanaue.
As the years went by, the child grew up as they usually do. As his absent father had asked, she kept the child away from meat, raising him on a strict vegetarian diet as best she could. As he grew into a young man however, Kalei could no longer protect him from the nebulous risk Kamohoali’i had warned about since, in those days, men and women ate separately. When Nanaue came of age, he left his mother and went to eat with his maternal grandfather. In typical male fashion, the older man would not accept that his grandson didn’t eat meat and insisted that he try the smoked fish that the rest were eating. The young man did and he didn’t just like it, he loved it. He craved it. He needed it. Nananue developed a voracious and insatiable appetite for flesh, the bloodier the better. At the same time, the gaping hole on his back grew rows of viciously sharp teeth.
The next day, Kalei went to bathe with her son in a nearby stream. She watched in fascination and horror as he stepped into the water and his flesh melted. The human boy turned into a shark in that uncanny valley way the old Animorph book covers always showed. Nanaue was still young enough to enjoy playing and cavorting in the water in his new fish form, chasing the small fish and devouring them whole whenever he caught one. Having tasted meat, there was no going back for him. He grew into a man but also into a truly massive shark. He would dive into the ocean and morph into his shark form to prowl the depths. His appetite was insatiable as I mentioned and it was also not at all discriminating. Whenever he went swimming in the ocean, people went missing. People would scream in terror as the massive form of a shark exploded out of the water and began ripping swimmers apart limb from bloody limb.
The people of Waipo Valley became very suspicious. This killer shark had appeared overnight and, despite how much time the young man spent swimming in the open ocean, Nanaue was never so much as scratched and he was also never spotted. This being a time when the gods walked the earth, it wasn’t hard for them to believe that the young man might have some kind of supernatural powers and that it was he who was killing the villagers (including his own friends) in disguise as a shark. This all came to a head when one of the locals caught sight of Nanaue without anything covering his back and saw the gaping, hungry shark’s mouth there. That settled it – Nanaue was definitely the murderer and he needed to be dealt with. An angry mob formed and they stormed his home to try and capture and execute him, but he slipped away and vanished into the ocean waves.
Nanaue flashed through the water away from Waipo valley on th Hana side of the island over to the island of Maui. He took human form again (though possibly with a different face, being a demigod shapeshifter) and made a new home for himself. He soon married a chiefess on Maui and did his best to hold back the red ravages of his bloodlust and desire for human flesh, but it was a losing fight. The shark would not be denied. One night it finally overcame his self control and he kidnapped a young girl, dragged her down to the beach, shifted into his shark form in full view of everyone, and devoured her in a spray of blood, viscera, and terrified screams. The people of Maui were understandably outraged and tried to hunt the fleeing shark, but he was too fast and too clever. He evaded the spears they hurled at him from their canoes and raced for Molokai.
Again, Nanaue slipped ashore with a new face and tried to keep his shark nature and shark hunger under wraps, but he was a ticking time bomb. The older he got, the more powerful his ravenous hunger grew. It simply would not be denied. By now though, tales of the shapeshifting, man-eating monster were making their way around the islands and the people of Molokai soon heard them. They were on the lookout for this shark, big and mean enough to make Jaws (aka Bruce) look like a guppy, and the sudden arrival of a stranger put them on their guard. They spied him changing form in the ocean when he thought he was alone, snared him before he could react, and beat him senseless with clubs until the ocean ran red with his blood instead of his victims’ for once.
The people of Molokai refused to relent. They’d heard the horrifying tales of Nanaue’s predations on the families of the other islands he’d lived amongst before and they weren’t about to let that happen here. One death was already too many. They chanted in their boats as they continued to beat the still thrashing but weakening shark king. Once the thrashing finally turned into twitching, they dragged Nanaue’s body up onto the beach, chopped it to pieces, and then incinerated the pieces to ash in a large oven. And that was the bloody end of Nanaue, son of Kamohoali’i the king of the sharks. In other versions of the story, the people of Molokai instead prayed to the demigod Unauna, who wrestled the shark god into submission, killed him, and burned his body. What, were you expecting a happy ending? Haven’t you ever seen a werewolf movie? Weresharks aren’t any less dangerous or bloodthirsty.
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Next time, we’re getting a double dose of legendary Loki lore. You’ll discover what is hidden behind the waterfall, how to shake down a dwarf, and how to use gold for taxidermy. Then, in Gods and Monsters, our favorite genderfluid god will argue his way into a whole heap of trouble. That’s all for now. Thanks for listening.