Today was the day. The four friends gathered at the harbor with whatever they had packed. They proceeded to an immensely large ship; presumably the ship Spyke gave Aimee tickets to board.

"There it is: The S.S. Inkling!" Aimee exclaimed.

"Wow. Big boat." Red responded, "Never seen anything that big in my life. Let's get on!"

"Just a minute, folks," An elderly Inkling ran up to them, "Your boat is the small one over there."

Paul's jaw almost dropped to the ground. "THAT hunk of crap!? It looks like it hasn't been used in… forever!"

"I'm terribly sorry, sir, but this is the boat Mr. Spyke gave you tickets for." the elderly Inkling stated. Paul buried his face in his hands, and moseyed into the tiny tugboat. Gyanna soon followed, also complaining, while Aimee did her best to calm them down. Red was about to board the boat so they could leave, but was stopped by the elderly Inkling. "You are the Red Yoshi, correct?"

'Yeah, that's me. Lemme guess, you want an autograph?"

"No, sir, but Mr. Roger Marley has requested that you take this suitcase, containing a wireless keyboard to keep you in practice while away on your vacation."

"Great! Well thank you, you've been of much assistance to us." Red thanked the Inkling and shook his hand. 'Tell the captain to get this ship going!"

"How 'bout some music, guys? What song, 'Stir It Up' or 'Coming In From The Cold?'" was the last heard remark as the ship left the dock. The elderly Inkling proceeded back to land, until he was stopped by another Inkling.

"We've got a situation!"

"What's up, old bean?" responded the elderly Inkling.

"You told those Inkling to get on the wrong boat!"

The elderly Inkling sighed. "Sorry, my eyes have gotten worse in the last few years. Where is that boat headed?"

"Rougeport."