That night, Tyler was out by the end of the fjord again. There's always a way. Tyler remembered what Kenneth said. There was always a way. He began to think through different possibilities. Perhaps a bigger boat could take him, like, a ferry for boats. No. Or he could go with a larger boat who lives in the fjord. To look after him. But, that boat would surely refuse. Everyone is nervous or afraid of Pa, especially doing something against his rules. He could take a few days to just, think it over. But he had to gain courage. Even more than he had his first trip. Courage, willingness, and strength. Lots and lots of it.

Or he could just go right now. While everyone was asleep. He could just, go. No one was watching. He looked behind him. Not a single boat was chugging in the darkened waters. He could just go, right now. Or wake up Kenneth to come with. A nightly escape. He looked down at the murky water below him. He could never see the bottom, but the darkness never helped either. He looked up at the moon. He wondered what it would be like, leaving the fjord, all by himself. No one on board, no one nearby. Just his hull in deep water. Not metaphorically, but literally. Nothing but water below him for a long way down. But then, it almost scared him, being by himself. What if his hull leaked right when he got too close? He looked ahead and was about to inch but quickly stopped when he heard a voice behind him.

"What 'cha doin', kiddo?" It was Pa.

"Oh, uh, nothing." Tyler quickly said and looked away. He didn't want to make eye contact. He was still hurt.

"Hey, uh, sorry for yellin' before." Pa said. Tyler didn't speak. It wasn't often Pa apologized, however. "Krista made me apologize, the ol' hag." This made Tyler smile a little though.

"Hey, Pa?" Tyler spoke, but very softly. Pa looked at him. "When do you think I'll be able to go out on my own? In, the ocean I mean."

Pa sighed. Tyler was ready for another scolding. "You'll never be old enough, you're too weak, too small"...

"Look, son, there's a reason I don't let you out there by yourself." Pa said, looking out at the water. "You're too young and small yeah, but, there's more danger to you than you'll believe, trust me. You're a strong little boat, but, you're too little."

"But, I was fine with Kenneth.."

"Yeah, lucky shot. I don't mean to be too controlling or ornery, but, you just gotta trust me. I'm just tryna keep you safe. come back now, it's far too late." He gave Tyler a small nudge and pivoted back around to the small town. Tyler thought long and hard about his words as he followed Pa back. He said he was a strong boat, and Tyler firmly believed that. Tyler was going to prove that.

"Kenneth, Kenneth!" Tyler whispered, floating over by the pittie's shop to sleep the night. "Ken!" He called into his radio.

"Wha-what? Tyler? What is it?" Kenneth responded in the radio, and a few seconds later, was outside.

"Pack your things tonight. Whatever tools or things you can fit onboard." Tyler whispered.

"Wha-?" Kenneth started by Tyler shushed him.

"Shh! Not so loud!" Tyler said. He was determined to show his dad what he could do. He was determined. He never gave up. Tomorrow morning. Before dusk, we are leaving for America. Pack up extra fuel, maps, whatever we need. Keep it discreet."

"You sure you know what you're doing, Ty?" Kenneth asked. "I'm not ready for another yelling from Pa. I'm still healing after the first one!"

"There's no way I can let this go longer! Either you come with me, or I will go on my own."

Kenneth looked at Tyler, long and hard. The tug wasn't showing any signs of changing his mind on what he just said.

"Fine, okay, okay I'll come. But bright and early. And we have to be quiet, okay? No ship can see us leave. I know Pa. He didn't come after us last time, but he surely will this time."

Tyler nodded. "Thank you! I'll only tell Krista about this."

"No, no! You can't tell anyone!" Kenneth said, moving back to him. "Pa knows how to get answers from Krista. She can't keep a secret. If Pa comes after you, tell him I told you. Do. Not. Tell. Anyone." Kenneth looked serious.

"Okay, I won't. Thank you so much!" Tyler grinned and Kenneth smiled, coming forwards and giving his small bow a hug.

"Now, go to sleep. Bright and early tomorrow, yeah?" Kenneth said. "And please, get sleep. You need all the energy your props can deliver." Tyler nodded and he turned away, leaving Kenneth to go back into his shop. He closed the doors so he could pack in piece, and got everything by the door for a quick escape tomorrow morning. He was anxious about it all, but he hated seeing Tyler upset.

Bright and early in the morning, Tyler was already by Kenneth's shop, and Kenneth was quickly but quietly loading everything onto Tyler and securing it so it wouldn't roll around.

"Now, don't make that much noise." Kenneth said as he closed the doors to the shop. "Go slow. If you go too fast, your engine will be too loud."

"Okay." Tyler nodded and began to coast towards the exit. Kenneth kept a lookout for any movement of any boat. Everyone was still asleep. Tyler kept going at a steady pace, however, his adrenaline was rising. He wanted to just book it, but had to be slow, steady, and quiet. They began to move around the edge of the rock wall of the fjord and Kenenth yelled that made Tyler speed off.

"Go go! Pa's comin! Go!" Tyler took off like a bullet, his engines roaring and Kenneth held on. The familiar tugboat engine behind him got closer.

"Tyler! What are you doin'?" Pa yelled. "Get back here!"

Tyler didn't answer. He kept swerving side to side to get through the curves of the opening, and raced towards the entrance of the fjord. There it was, the vast ocean, once again, calling him to set sail.

"Tyler!" Pa was practically screaming, and Tyler had never heard this tone of his voice he was hearing right now, but his propellers didn't stop, so he kept going. A big ship however came right into the opening of the entrance and Tyler wasn't expecting it. He quickly swerved out of the way. He had forgotten that there was a shipment this morning! He felt so bad.

Pa was forced to stop before he hit the hull of the massive ship. He glared after Tyler, but couldn't do anything now. He had to push the big ship, alone, into the harbor. Tyler kept going however.

"Ty, Ty! Slow down! Don't go too fast, you'll run out of fuel faster!" Kenneth yelled as he was still hanging on tightly. All that racing around he did with Josh really did a number. Tyler began to slow and tried to catch his breath. "Did we do it?" He asked Kenneth, gasping for air.

"Yep. We sure did." Kenneth said, looking back towards the entrance of the fjord, now a ways away. The large ship's stern disappeared into the fjord.