((While getting an achievement for stalling the thread for two in-game days is tempting, I think it's time to go to full speed, and finish this quickly [two posts max]))
Mike just stood silent as the Fatty went on and on with his rant. He was desperate not to lose the newly regained confidence in his cause, but it was difficult, as there was a lot of truth in Fatty's words.
Finally, as his companion threw a rock in the camera's direction (missing), and started crying, Mike decided to stop him and take action. He walked toward the Fatty, put his hand on his shoulder, and looked in his eyes.
"I don't know."
The Pole paused for a second before continuing his monologue.
"And the sad part is, that's the answer for every question of yours. I don't know where should we go, I don't know what Max wanted to find here, and I don't know what happened to Erik... But I know one thing: I came all the way to US from Poland to escape from my personal problems, and looks like this is a punishment for my cowardice. I'm not going to run away from them this time, because only God knows what will happen then. The plan I came up with on the beach is still the best option I can think off, and I'm going to stick with it. You know why? Because it's the only way out of here for me. And for you as well, unless you'll find a way to kill everyone else with that hamburger phone of yours."
Mike put down his hand, turned his back and took a few steps toward the lighthouse.
"I'm going inside. Maybe I'll find something, maybe not. If you want to help me, be my guest. If not... Then I wish you good luck."
Deep under his skin, Mike felt that the lighthouse will be completely empty, and every step on the spiral stairs confirmed his bad feelings. It seemed like Max hoped to find here something, but what would that be? Maps? Shipping logs? Too easy to find, terrorist probably managed to burn all of them.
Finally, Mike's foot stepped on the top floor of the building. As he presumed, there was nothing of any interest to him. No papers or desk which could contain one. Just The light which didn't work (and even if, it could only serve terrorists to sail safely around the island, because the whole area was likely cut off), the floor... And a telescope.
Well, since I'm already here, I can at least check this thing. I have nothing better to do anyway.
It took a good few minutes before Mike managed to properly recalibrate the scope. He never used any in his life, and he was known as 'technologically impaired' among his friend, except from the gaming consoles of course. Finally, as he managed to get a sharp look, the Pole looked around the island in every possible direction. To the North and East, the only thing to see was the silent ocean, and it looked like there was nothing nearby on the horizon.
Predictable... Let's try with the South...
Again, Mike didn't find anything interesting. Peaceful shoreline, and the empty docks. One of those places, where finding anything would be a miracle.
Finally, Mike looked to the West. More shorelines, something, which looked like a church of some sort (again, probably unhelpful to his cause), and...
Through trial and error method, Mike managed to extend the view toward the very far end of the western shore, and the blurry shape he saw just a moment ago turned out to be...
A ship! Well, a shipwreck anyway, from the look of it.
Mike almost jumped from the happiness. That was it. Again, it would be foolish to search for the shipping logs on it, but Mike thought of something completely different at the time.
The name! This ship must have it's name painted on the board in several places. What's the chance, the terrorists did the the pain in the ass job of scraping all of the paint from it? Slim to none. Maybe it's not a perfect clue, but someone in the government HAS to have an access to the archives, and maybe they'll find it. Even if this ship tried to sail the entire world, and it got lost along the way, there has to be a planned route of it somewhere in the mother port.
"THAT'S IT!" Mike shouted at the top of his lungs. "I'VE GOT IT!"
And to waste no more time, Mike started running down the stairs.