The story
Somewhere in the Banda Sea, a scientist is writing to his niece.
Edmund Carew writes about the creatures he finds: fish that walk, lichen on cooling lava, birds that cross continents. He posts it all home from whichever port the captain finds convenient. The letters take months to arrive. Mira reads them until the folds wear thin, then goes outside to look for herself.
Every letter carries one real piece of natural history, told as story rather than lesson.
My Uncle Edmund knows the name of everything. Not just the English name, but the Latin name, the local name, the name sailors use and the name scientists argue about.
He says that naming a thing properly is the beginning of understanding it, and that most people never get that far because they do not stop long enough to look.