Oddsome

When comes the ferry of the curious stare / From ports beyond horizons of the oddsome lobe, / The island hides its nature from the littoral glare / And lets the windblown dunes it's soul enrobe.

“'Tis an oddsome thing. They all be looking for you, and I, who wanted only to run off, stumble across you. Good fortune for me, as Lord Mandrake has promised a reward.”