Madec gets some further haiku deliberation from Akasora's relentlessly sparking robot brain...

Sky gazers divine,
Oracles murmur rain's tale,
Nature's truth unfolds.

Willy Minmax thought he would easily earn enough on Pomacea to finance another voyage, but he turns out to have been mistaken.  Fuel costs here are exorbitant, so he needs to do some more hustling to try to afford a sufficient supply.  Maybe he can uncover some valuable secrets of the Pomaceans?

Stuck in deep space once more, Akasora remembers the folksy advice his creators told him about how to reset the ship if he ever continued to get stuck over and over:

Cosmic riddles spin,
Gears of fate in verse entwined,
Fix the ship with time.

Willy's relentless prying eventually uncovers one unusual detail.  While the Pomaceans usually walk around with their hands in their pockets, he happens to observe one of them stumble.  As the man puts out a hand to avoid falling on his face, Willy notices that his glove has 6 fingers.  Polite enquiries to ensure that the man is okay lead to more probing questions which lead to a very generous offer:  enough fuel money to be on his way, in exchange for a promise to never mention even meeting this Pomacean.  That return visit probably won't be happening any time soon.