[the next day]
There I go, off to Dewharbor. Iʼm actually camping after a good dayʼs walk. I thought I will fall asleep as soon as I lie down but I was wrong. I canʼt stop thinking about Mr. Fisherman. Who was he? How did he got in that cave? How come no one knows about him? What did he do there? Did he find that secret pond? Will I find anything about him in Dewharbor? Did he have a family? Was h [scribbles as the writer fell asleep]