Jack decided to take the tips. He had no plan otherwise. At least with this man's tips... his name was Greg... he had some starting point to begin the search.

In fact because he was taking Greg's tips they ended up running into each other. eventually they ended up at the same bar one evening. The music was quiet. The bartender had a friendly demeanor but took his craft seriously. Greg was sitting there alone chatting here and there when there was a lull in the crowd.

"Hey, Jack!" he said.

"Greg." Jack nodded.

"What are you having?"

Greg ordered two of them. Took one for himself.

"So how are you finding it here so far?"

They had ran into each other almost everyday after arriving. But this was the first time they actually stopped to talk. Jack didn't mind Greg much. He was kind enough, had some tips, and he didn't impose too much to the point where it got annoying.

So when Greg invited him out to a boat ride the next morning Jack accepted.

That night Jack couldn't sleep well. Alcohol did that to him these days. 

He lay there thinking about the boat ride and the blue man. And also Greg now. Another thing for his mind to be occupied with.