"No! No, this can't happen to me!" Tyler woke to a loud cry in horror. He looked off to his right and saw Aunt Krista with a horrified look on her face. The little tugboat pulled up his anchors and without even letting them rise fully, he quickly chugged to see what was wrong.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Tyler asked. Aunt Krista looked at him as other boats began to gather.

"Josh! He's always at my side in the morning. He's gone!" She backed up so Tyler could see and sure enough, Josh wasn't near her. His post was empty.

"Maybe he's caught somewhere in the fjord." A boat suggested. "There's a few weedy places a prop can get stuck."

"Search everywhere." Another said. "He could still be around here!"

The local police officer floated up and began making a report on the incident and calling in for help.

"Someone has to find him! I can't do it alone." Aunt Krista cried out. "My navigational system is down right now."

"I'll help you find him." Tyler said determinedly.

"No you won't." A low voice huffed behind him. Tyler spun around in his spot and looked up at his pa. He looked down at Tyler with a stern look on his face.

"What did I tell you about leavin' the fjord?"

"Not to, but-"

"No buts. You will not leave the fjord. It's too dangerous." He ended the conversation and turned around. Tyler watched after him.

"Hey, don't you worry. You tried." Aunt Krista smiled a sad smile. "I can find someone to help me. Or, you can help me find someone! That could also be a big help!"

Tyler perked up a little hearing that. But he had to find a good boat. A worthy boat. One that wouldn't let them down. Maybe he could ask a plane? Or even the cargo ship that was just now coming in. He could ask him if he saw anything or if he could keep an eye out. Tyler agreed with that idea and navigated himself to said cargo ship that was being unloaded.

"Excuse me, sir?" Tyler called out in a loud voice. "I have a question!" But with all the machinery being operated, the boat did not hear him.

"Sir? I have a question!" Tyler decided to tune in and radio him. The boat finally heard.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"I am the little tugboat next to you. You can't see me, but I had a question for you."

The boat looked down and actually spotted Tyler. He gave a smile and radioed back. "What's yer question, kiddo?"

"My best friend got lost this morning, or last night, or whenever." Tyler said. "Did you happen to see a small yacht anywhere on your way here?"

"No, I saw not a boat. But I could keep an eye out for ya. He a white yacht?"

"Yep! His name is Josh." Tyler was so excited. This boat was so kind.

"Sure, I'll keep an eye out for 'im. Tell ya what, I'll watch for 'im on my way to Ireland and I'll radio ya if I find anything."

"Thank you! You're a big help! I was gonna go on my own, but my pa says it's dangerous.."

"Oh yeah, it's a bit risky for a lil' boat like you, son." the cargo ship agreed. "Plus there's a storm that's s'posed to be brewin' somewhere. It'd be bad if you got caught in it with the current flowin' through."

Tyler was saddened that yet another boat said it'd be dangerous, but he was also worried about that storm. What if Josh gets caught in it? What if he already got caught in it?

"Thank you again, sir. I appreciate it."

"Kid, call me Conner. Don't call me sir."

"Okay, Conner. I'm Tyler by the way."

"Nice to meet ya, son. Say, if you need anymore help, I know of a plane that might help you as well. I'll radio him and ask."

"That would be excellent! Thank you Conner! Bye now!" Tyler was a very happy boat as he cruised away back to Krista. He couldn't wait to tell her the news.

"Auntie Krista! Guess what!" Tyler called out, mindful of Pa's whereabouts as he hurried over to Aunt Krista. She looked over at him and gave him a small smile.

"What is it, Tyler?" She asked.

"I got a cargo ship to keep an eye out for Josh on his way to Ireland. And, he also said he'd ask a plane he knows to look too!"

"Oh, that's so kind of him. You sure have a way with talking to others, Tyler. You are such a big help." she smiled. Tyler smiled back. He was so happy to help. However, he wished he could do more.

Later on that day, Tyler floated slowly down the fjord as the search parties were cleaning up.

"Josh isn't in the fjord." Tyler over heard a boat say into his radio. "Somewhere in the ocean."

Tyler stopped at the end of the fjord. The vast ocean laid out in front of him. Josh was such a small boat. Smaller than Tyler. Tyler noted that the waves were a bit stronger today over the ocean than recent days. It lapped roughly against his hull and he shivered to think of how rough it would be against Josh's. He knew it must've been the storm that was causing the waves. Tyler turned back around and tried not to think of the storm.

Tyler and Pa helped Conner leave the docks when it begun to get darker.

"Hey, kiddo. I asked my friend and he said he was in. He's going out tomorrow mornin' early to go search for your Josh." Conner said as Tyler helped navigate him.

"That's, great!" Tyler strained. "Hopefully he catches something!" When Conner was okay to go on his own, Tyler wished him luck and turned around with Pa.

"Isn't that great, Pa?" Tyler asked as they both headed back. "I've gotten two others to help search!" Pa didn't say anything. Tyler knew he was happy deep down. At least he liked to think so.

Tyler pulled up beside his dock and dropped anchor for the night. This time, Aunt Krista stayed closer to Tyler for the night, but Tyler thought of it as loneliness. She was still so worried for Josh. Pa didn't come that night. Tyler figured he was busy again that night and thought nothing of it. He fell fast asleep. Aunt Krista stayed awake though. She couldn't sleep knowing her son may be in danger.