Now, until and unless he encountered someone else, he could choose any name or none for himself and the archipelago. Beyond the beach, the sea was an impossible blue. Inland, the flora and fauna were a riot of color. His mind tried to reconcile the delicate botanical plates from his library with the abundant fluttering and fragrant species. Having drunk a half-bottle of spring water and taken his daily vitamin, he removed his Topsiders from the line of items, reshod, and proceeded to explore. He recognized a large number of birds, including herons, sugarbirds, colibris, yellow-bellied bananaquit, and a rare type of wren he believed was last documented in 1914. Butterflies, beetles, and tiny lizards emerged at the lightest touch of a waxy leaf or bold bloom. The deeper into the tropical brush he walked, the steeper the climb seemed to be. The boy considered that the island might be an active volcano – though exquisite, uninhabited for good reason. He followed the sounds of the Coereba flaveola (banaquit), which were taking joy in piercing citrus fruit with their slender, curved bills, and discovered another delight: a waterfall which tumbled and effervesced through the lush vegetation all the way to the smallest of sandy coves where it rejoined the sea. He cupped his hands and drank. Then, following the satisfied local birds, he selected several of the remarkably-hued fruits and perched on a rock to eat.