Rustic Rebel of Rayville was overwhelmed but not deterred from attraction. After the strange encounter with the squid, the young deckhand and the showdown, she managed to make it back to the saftey of camp.
The gypsy camp on the west shore was teaming with excitement. After watching with awe the adventure of the whale and squid it was the right time to bring forth their own spectacle.
Nina and Neville of North Branch were hooking the pigs up to the wagon, that was already loaded with "the gift", when Rustic Rebel of Rayville returned to camp.
They had all watched in terror as the large squid pursued her and watched on with delight as the young deckhand saved her life by a tentacle and a B string.
"We must go to the boardwalk and find this brave young man."
Rustic Rebel of Rayville felt very glad that the camp was in agreement to what must be done. She knew it was good and just for all involved. The entire troupe was ready to go.

Everyone following the pig-drawn wagon were in high spirit. The verbunko's music began. There were pan pipers and piccoloists, dancers and drummers, violinists and virtuosos. Nearing the Mudcat Carnival and Boardwalk they began to search for the young deckhand.
They were indeed quite a spectacle themselves, with a wagon near bent with a large covered box, being pulled by pigs (What? you thought they were for the spit?!), and the merry band of colorful, fanciful people of all ages, emerging on the carnival site.
It didn't take but a whisper from the wind to lead them to the spot where the young lad had found himself some refuge and proper care of his wounds. He was delighted to see the lass he had saved from the sea and almost equally delighted to see this strange entourage encircle him, not missing a whimsical note of the piccolo nor pan pipe.

The head gypsy-Moth of Mankato stepped forward, bringing the wagon up to his side, "Young lad, we brought this gift to share with everyone at this fine Mudcat Carnival, but in light of recent circumstances, if we may be so bold and presumptuous, we the family of the Gypsy Caravan of Color , in honor of your heroism and courage would like you to have it".
Moth of Mankato turns to the wagon and pulls the drape off of the large box, exposing a large aquarium. No sooner had the veil been lifted a large wail of water springs forth and from the wake spirals none other than-Dolphin Boy! He whisles, he laughs , he spins and flips in the water, coming back to a swim-still, he spits water into the face of the deckhand.
Moth of Mankato says, "This is Opo. Named for the god of the ocean." Opo Squeals when he hears his name. "We have been a fortunate people to be blessed with Opo," Opo spits more water and laughs. "But we know it is Opo's destiny to be with you."
"Opo's strong sense of liberty and freedom, his love of music and his need to an unrestrictive lifestyle had brought him to us. Now we feel his love for the sea and need for the water has brought him to you."

The young deckhand was, to say the least, overwhelmed with such a gift. Dripping with Opo's spit he grabs him out of the aquarium and thanks all the people around and runs to the sea.
Here he is pictured as him and Opo hit the waves, being met by his new family.

The gypsies all clap and dance and make music on the boardwalk.