William's search of the initial island proved fruitless, a waste of precious time in his pursuit of Luke. Undeterred, he and Luke's friend ventured towards the neighboring islands in their small boat. Luke had apparently frequented these islands, but even after a thorough search, they found no trace of him.
On one of the smaller islands, they encountered another fisherman in a simple wooden boat, casting his line into the tranquil waters.
"Here to fish as well?" the man greeted them with a friendly smile. "Didn't know my favorite fishing spot had become so popular."
William shook his head. "Perhaps another day," he replied. "Maybe we can fish together sometime."
He hadn't expected much from this encounter, but the fisherman's next words caught his attention, offering a potential lead.
"The best time to fish here is at night," the fisherman confided. "For some reason, the fish are plentiful then, and it's peaceful too."
