"We, we did it, Kenneth!" Tyler cheered, bouncing his hull over a small wave. "America, here we come!"
"You got your maps workin'?" Kenneth asked.
"Yep, I have them already set for New York."
"Good." Kenneth then paused before heading up near Tyler's cabin. "Whew. I'm not ready for Pa's yellin'."
"Then don't think about it." Tyler said. "I know he's very cross with me right now."
"I'm surprised he doesn't give you a scolding through the radio." Kenneth chuckled.
"Me too. But I'm glad. We just need to hurry and make sure we locate land soon so we can rest up before heading back out. Iceland, Newfoundland probably, and then New York!"
"Don't get lost this time, huh? At least now we have a specific place we need to go to."
"I'll do my best to avoid any and all storms then."
"Good idea."
Days passed. Fuel jug by fuel jug was used up. They had one more jug to go before they were completely out.
"Hey, we are close, I'm sure we can make it!" Tyler said. "Keep your hopes up, Ken!"
"My hopes have been slowly diminishing." Kenneth spoke monotone. "Keep reassuring me."
"Want a joke?"
"Uh, sure."
Where does a tugboat go when he's sick?"
"I dunno, Ty."
"The Dock!"
Kenneth couldn't help but smile. Mostly because of how much it made Tyler himself laugh.
"Why did the little tugboat do what all the other big tugboats told him to do?"
Kenneth shrugged.
"It was because of pier pressure!"
"Hah, good one." Kenneth chuckled.
"Oh did you hear there was a really big paddle sale at the boat shop the other day?"
"No, I didn't hear about that. I could have picked myself up a few." Kenneth laughed.
"It was a really big oar deal!"
Kenneth paused. "Okay, that was bad."
"I've got many more puns."
"Please, don't."
"I gotta say though, its all-waves so much fun being out on the ocean with ya."
Kenneth groaned.
"Buoy, this view of the sky is really fin-tastic."
"Tyler, stop!" Kenneth laughed and escaped to his stern.
"I'm not gonna get tied down by your pier-pressure."
"Tyler!"
Tyler laughed. "Wow, I'm really seas-ing the day, aren't I?"
Kenneth gave a long exasperated sigh. "Okay, you are really funny. I'll admit, Tyler. But please no more."
"Okay, but traveling to New York will officially be my new lega-sea, I can feel it!"
"Hey, hey, shush!" Kenneth raced back to his bow and looked him in the eyes before turning around. "I see land! it's Iceland!"
"Whew, it's a boat time."
While Kenneth was refueling Tyler and refilling all of their empty fuel jugs, Tyler looked around at the familiar scenery. He remembered looking for Josh here, and if he was all the way over by America, boy, they were sure a long way away. No wonder they could never find him!
"Okay, so, from here to Newfoundland is a lot longer than Scotland to Iceland. So I say we stop again at the point of Greenland before we head to Newfoundland. But, if I were you, I'd stay close to the coast as much as you can. Less waves, less force, and more help in case we need it."
"Sounds good to me." Tyler smiled. He started his engines again after Kenneth loaded on the last fuel jug and he was off into the water once more.
After a while of travel, Kenneth gave Tyler a can of oil to keep him going and he had one himself.
"You ready for more puns?"
"No, no, no. I don't need a headache way out here. You say another pun, Tyler, I swear.." Kenneth started.
"Okay, okay." Tyler laughed. "I'll save them all for our celebration when we find Josh!"
"Good to me." Kenneth shrugged. "Make Josh listen to those bad puns."
A day passed and Tyler saw they were in the middle of the Labrador sea. "Hey, Kenneth. You think there are any dogs out here?"
"Dogs? What kind of question is that?"
"Well, we're finally in the Labrador sea!"
"Oh finally. That was a good joke there." Kenneth admitted. "How much longer now?" He looked up past Tyler's bow and over the waves ahead.
"Shouldn't be much longer, few more hours I think." Tyler responded.
"Good. Finally." Kenneth sighed and glanced up at the sky behind them. He took a double take. "No, no, don't you dare!" He whined.
"What? Oh, no.." Tyler gasped. He looked behind himself as well. The sky behind them was pitch black. "No! I can't be caught in another storm like last time! That was way scary!"
"Hey, just keep chugging, bud. It's behind us. Hopefully we'll outrun it. Just, try to make it to land before it gets too bad, but, don't listen to me as pier- pressure, okay?"
Tyler smiled a little at his reassurance, but his smile quickly faded. This storm looked scary, and lightning flashed across the sky constantly and brightly. He hoped it wasn't going to turn into a waterspout. Or a tornadic waterspout.
He had heard about those once. Waterspouts never got close to the fjord, and he wasn't sure how to handle them. But when they did happen close by, he was sure to keep safe over by Kenneth's shop, with instruction from Pa.
"Kenneth, I don't like the clouds. Or the wind." Tyler said, trying to keep calm. His voice was holding back concern.
"I know, bud, I'm keeping my eye on it. You just focus on sailing, okay?" Kenneth replied. "I'll let you know if I see anything. Just focus on the sky ahead." He glanced forwards to make sure the sky ahead was indeed calming to look at before looking back behind them. He also didn't want to worry the poor tug. It had started to rain. Rain never bothered Tyler. He had ways for the water to flow off his deck. But the booms behind them frightened him. He didn't want to be caught in the storm like last time. Kenneth turned to refuel Tyler a little more just to ease his worry, and looked back out at the sky, but wished he hadn't.
"Go, Tyler go!" Kenneth screamed. "Sail!"
Tyler didn't even look back. He picked up pace and his engines roared. The window got louder and rougher, and Tyler was scared out of his mind. He didn't want to look back, but did anyways. A long thin tube was behind them. Water sprayed upwards and got sucked into the spout. It was a tornadic spout!
"It must have started somewhere on land, that means we're close somewhere!" Kenneth yelled over the splashing water.
"I don't want it to get near!" Tyler cried out. He tried to pick up speed over the heavy waves. Learning from last time, he kept his mouth shut so he didn't swallow the salt water.
"Just keep going! Check the map for land and head straight for it!" Kenneth called and backed up near his cabin for safety. It wasn't really safe, but at least he had Tyler's mast to hold onto if need be. "Let's just hope this doesn't break again.." Kenneth thought as he watched the funnel.
Tyler hit another large wave, and Kenneth scrambled to grab the extra fuel jugs to toss down Tyler's hatch. He wasn't about to lose any of their fuel.
"Tyler, turn! Get outta the way!" Kenneth shrieked and sheilded himself with his lifts. Tyler looked back just in time to see the funnel sneaking up behind him.