The following is translated from a early Spanish text.
Day 93, year 1565
Landed in a small group of islands near the Philippines. First mate advised not to, due to stories of the expedition of Magellan. These rumors are exactly why we moored here.
Local peoples, the Chamorro as they call themselves, acted as expected. As soon as our backs were turned our supplies were raided. Little of importance lost, as I intend to follow them back to their leader. If Magellan is correct, I shall be doing them a favor.
Day 94, year 1565
Followed the natives to a small group of huts. They prostrated themselves before a large native man and offered him the small amount of food and blankets they had taken. He seemed displeased with such meager offerings. In a rage I saw him change and so, it seemed, did the people. I doubt I have stumbled upon a whole island of those with the sight, I feel this was the reason he commanded such fear.
From my hiding spot I could see his skin change. Bands of yellow and white mixed with his natural black skin and his mouth moved like a pipe. Most distinguishing was a large crest the bloomed from his forehead. The natives stood frozen in fear as he grabbed one man and plunged his snout through his abdomen. His screams of anguish were enough to spur me into action. Taking my blade, I rushed out and cleanly pierced the beast's throat before he could react. Up close I could see his skin had become scaled, as if he was some form of fish.
As he gurgled and died, the natives reacted not as I'd hoped. Many became hostile, though there was still fear on their faces. Perhaps they felt I had wounded a god? Nevertheless I made a hasty retreat. I set fire to some huts to cover my escape. Regardless of their feelings now, I'm certain I've helped them in the long run.
-Miguel Lopez de Legazpi
(Malati Idolo is the creation of SheldonCooperWannabe for the Grimm wiki)