"Kenneth, Kenneth! Wake up!" Tyler called and the pitty woke slowly. He was leaned up against the back of Tyler's cabin on his toolbox.

"What? What is it?" Kenneth asked groggily and yawned.

"We're in New York!"

Kenneth's eyes widened and he looked out over the ledge and sure enough, the bustling docks of New York harbor were right in front of them. "That's awesome, Tyler! Let's try and find Josh now. Let's see if any boat can lead us to him!"

Tyler floated up to each boat passing along and asked about Josh. Most of them had no idea who he was talking about but he came across a few that squealed in delight.

"You mean, the racer, Josh? You know him? The boy?" One boat asked.

"Uh, yeah. He's my friend. Have you seen where he's gone?" Tyler asked.

"Oh yeah, he's got a little port I think south of here a ways. But he doesn't let just anyone come visit him."

"Wait, we're talking about the right Josh, right?" Kenneth spoke up, traveling to Tyler's bow.

"The white yacht with black stripes?" Tyler questioned.

"Yeah! Are you sure you guys know him?" The stranger laughed. "If you go south you should find him."

"O-okay, well, thank you!" Tyler said and turned south and headed down across the harbor.

"Tyler, something isn't right." Kenneth said. "Since when is Josh famous?"

"He's not. But if he's here, we gotta tell him to come home! Auntie Krista is worried about him." Tyler said. He inspected each boat that passed him and were docked to see if he could spot him. Kenneth had a bad feeling in his tank but looked for him as well.

"Tyler? Is that really you?" A voice called and Tyler spun at his name. Sure enough, the familiar small white yacht approached him with a smile.

"Josh!" Tyler exclaimed and rushed over. They exchanged a quick hug. "What are you still doing here?"

"My question is what are you doing here?" Josh laughed. "C'mon, I wanna show you around." Tyler chugged after Josh happily and followed him down the harbor. Kenneth stayed quiet, not having much to say and still trying to figure things out.

Josh led them to a small dock canopy and a shed in front of it. It had Josh's name printed on the covers and a stripe design going across. Tyler glanced up at it before going underneath and following Josh into the shed. It was warmly lit inside and quite roomy despite the outside, and had a few medals and trophies on shelves. Tyler glanced in awe at everything inside. "Whoa, what are these for?"

"Oh, they're just, trophies I won at races." Josh stated. "Cool huh?"

"Races?" Tyler began to go back to reality now. "What races?"

"Boat races of course! Don't you know how famous I am? The world's youngest and fastest boat?" Josh grinned and pointed his bow to a picture of him sailing across the finish line in a race. "I don't think there was much competition for me though. I go up against some really fast boats, in a minor league that is, but I'm doing pretty well."

"Wait, doing pretty well?" Tyler repeated. "What about back home?"

"What do you mean, back home?"

"Auntie Krista has been really worried about you since you left. Ken and I tried searching for you once before until Conner spotted you."

"I left that place behind me, it was so boring." Josh rolled his eyes which almost made Tyler back up a bit and Kenneth frown. "I've got new boats here that care for me."

"Do they not know about your family back home?" Kenneth asked, a little anger rising in his voice.

"Family? What family? No, I never told them about Krista. I pretty much said I was homeless and once they saw how fast I could go, they took me in. It's like I'm a different boat now." He looked up and smiled at the photograph.

"But, we came all this way to find you and bring you back!" Tyler said and a bigger yacht came up beside Tyler which caused him to quickly scoot over.

"Josh, who are they?" She asked. "Bring you back where?"

"Oh, nothing, mum. Just old friends who were going." Josh replied.

"Excuse me?" Kenneth snapped.

"I don't know about any Krista you're talkin' about, must be another boat." Josh said. "I've never heard anything about a Krista."

"Well, hurry it along, dinner is soon ready." The boat said and backed up from the shed.

"Alright, mum!" Josh called.

"Josh, how, we came all this way.." Tyler stuttered. He was lost for words. "To bring you back home! We thought you were lost."

"We didn't come all the way here just to be told to go back home by the boat we were tracking down." Kenneth said.

"I wasn't lost, I knew what I was doing. And I never asked you to come find me. So, you can just run along home. It was nice seein' you though!" He moved forwards and began to slowly push Tyler out of the shed.

"W-wait, I-" Tyler could even finish his thought before Josh had closed the shed door.

Kenneth was speechless. "Did, did he just, ditch Krista for a different boat?"

Tyler didn't answer, he was on the brink of tears. He just slowly backed up from the canopy and turned around to leave.

"Tyler, hey, don't take this so hard." Kenenth said, seeing how clearly and understandably upset the tug was. "He was, kinda rude to you. You guys have been friends for so long! He can't just kick you out like that."

"But he can, and did." Tyler whimpered. "I just, I just wanna leave." Kenneth decided not to fight it, hearing the tug's voice. He just hoped Pa wouldn't give him a hard time.

"I just lost my best friend, Kenneth. I have you, but, why do I feel so lost?" Tyler muttered. His mind was distracted and he wasn't even sure which way they had come from. "Why did he chose fame instead of us?"

"I don't know, Ty. I don't know." Kenneth sighed, and gave the tug's cabin a hug. "Sometimes, it's best to let the toxic friends go. If they hurt you like this, they don't deserve you. You're better off without."

"Toxic?"

"Yeah. Like, how mean he was towards you. It could be verbal, or physical. Somethings that, a real, friend would never do. Like me." He smiled a little. "I would never kick you out, Tyler. Keeping friends like that only worsens yourself, never keep someone like that by your side."