Row row row your boat.

How long had he been rowing this infernal boat? Takeo had no idea. It had been quite awhile at the very least. Perhaps days, perhaps weeks, perhaps months, but certainly it was not years that'd be ridiculous after all. Takeo had probably got lost at some stage of the journey. Then again how hard was it to miss a giant land mass? He had set out to hit the country of the wind, but honestly even hitting Kirigakure again would have been nice. With some reluctance he cast his gaze out via his white eye, his view expanding across the ocean. There, he spotted it through his gaze. Row, row, row, fast forward a few hours. His boat rocked up on the land. He was greeted not by the baking hot sun he had been expecting, but rather a downpour of rain. Aim for Wind, hit Rain. "Close enough." He mumbled to himself, disembarking and making his way across the land. He jogged, walked, forded rivers, crossed mountains. Wrestled with bears, wooed many women, wooed many men, did many great things. All the while heading in completely the wrong direction from where he had wanted to start his journey at. Still he ended up in the Earth country, close enough right?

[Waiting 24 hours to travel to Earth]

24 hours has passed, now in Earth Country etc.