The young Reverend Pontius is engaged to be married to a suitable young woman and he has been promised his own chapel with a decent congregation. Everything is in place for a successful and respectable future. So why does he throw it all away and flounce off in search of a non-existent island? Is it real, or an elaborate practical joke? Call of the Merry Isle chronicles the adventures and mishaps Pontius meets along the way as he tries to disentangle legend from truth. Will he find his island, and himself, or is the joke on the Reverend Pontius?