The last creature I must detail,

I met inside a giant whale,

An octopus who measures time,

With tentacles that number nine,

Each to represent a year,

I am to spend in this land here,

Ever searching far and wide,

For reasons unknown, and answers why,

Always restless, never to sleep,

Roaming mountain tops and oceans deep,

My friends, my secrets will you keep?

One day, to this land, you may be borne

My friends consider yourselves forewarned!