February 29th, 1832

After a short interval of time...
    
     I am ashore, in a small grove near Salvador. The food supplies have been low for several days and in Salvador, the captain will replenish his food supply. I, however, prefer to catch my own food, one of the reasons I am here. I see many multicolored birds strutting around. They appear to be edible, though of a species I cannot determine. I try to catch them by surprise, but one of them looks in my direction and squawks a warning to the other birds. They immediately flutter up into the dense vegetation.
     I consider my possibilities. I could either shoot them with my darts, or learn how to climb the tree and catch them. I decide to take the risk and the challenge and climb the tree. I try to keep a grip on the smooth trunk, but my efforts prove to be in vain. I only get a few inches off the ground before I slip off the trunk. I sit on the forest floor for a moment before an idea comes to me.
     I reach into my pockets, take out my shuriken, and plunge one into the trunk. I then place the next one up above the previous one, using the stars to lift myself up. After maneuvering around branches and getting in several life-threatening situations, including one precarious one that involved me hanging from one shuriken two hundred feet in the air and another one involving 3 golden dart frogs (which I killed and kept), I alighted at the nest of the birds.
     It was very high up in the tree, about 400 feet in the air. When I alighted, I immediately saw the bright plumage of the birds flash along the mighty branch, surrounded by foliage above, below and on the sides. However, there was one opening in the foliage, from which came a flowing, crashing, roaring sound, peaceful yet raging, divine yet earthly. Attracted as I was by my quarry, I crawled over to the break. Looking out across the trees, I saw something that cannot be described in human words: a waterfall.
     The thundering roar of a titan echoed across the surrounding canyon, expertly carved by the raging elements, but now draped in pristine greens, with what was not tinged bluish by the spray. The mighty fall itself, sheets of stone clothed in an ever-shifting garment of water, seemed so fragile, so thin, at the top of the cliff trickling from a small, white-banked river, and yet the cascade farther down hid all semblance of mighty cliffs from the beholder. The view was blanketed by a cool, thick mist, sloping off the mighty waterfall into the air, creating a soothing balm suspended in the air, the sunlight forming a continuous shower of color in the air, constantly shifting. For here, the mighty elements of earth and sky are eclipsed by the might of water, the creative power of nature. The reckless fire that first created these monuments of stone is nothing beside the ancient wisdom of the forest and the sheer might of water.
     "So hereby, Ignia is gone, and Natura and Aqua take her place," I found myself reciting.
    Stunned by the awe of my new names and the power of nature and water, I abandoned my prey and made my way back to the ship.