Tyler finished helping Pa with another ship when he got a radio call from somewhere far away.

"Hey, kid, just checkin' up." It was Conner.

"Did you see anything, Conner?" Tyler responded. He made sure he was out of the way of anyone's path while he spoke. He could get distracted easily.

"Not yet. Got a bit more before I make it to Ireland. But I called to tell you about my friend."

"Did he find anything?"

"No, he got caught in the storm and crashed."

Tyler was silent. That wasn't good, obviously. He wasn't sure how to respond. He felt as if it were his fault Conner's friend crashed.

"Is, he okay?" Tyler asked, his voice becoming softer.

"Yeah, he's fine. He was rescued out the water. But his engine was damaged. Just wanted to let ya know. He won't be searching any more."

"No, no.. I wouldn't assume he'd be searching anymore.. I'm so sorry."

"Nah, don't worry about it. But kid, that storm is out here, heading in your direction. It wasn't too bad for me, but I am hundreds times bigger than you. Be safe."

"Yeah, thanks. You too." Tyler signed off and sighed. He made the decision. If Conner didn't find anything today, he would go immediately and search himself. He couldn't stand seeing Aunt Krista like this. Pa would have to deal with it.

It was weird. Tyler wasn't usually like this. He usually always listened to Pa and he never went against his word. But this time was different. A life was on the line, and Tyler had no problem ignoring Pa this time. As long as Pa didn't know he would leave, he was clear to go. In the meantime, he made sure he gave Aunt Krista all the company he could give. She was still very close to tears and very upset. Tyler understood completely. He hoped in the last few hours of the day, Conner would see anything. Anything at all.

The day ended and Conner called like he said he would. He found no Josh. Tyler was devastated. He wasn't sure how he would tell Aunt Krista. He wasn't sure if he could. Maybe he could sneak in the fact he was leaving to find Josh. Maybe that would make her feel better. Wouldn't it?

"Tyler, you can't!" Aunt Krista exclaimed. Tyler did not expect this reaction.

"I have to, Auntie. I need to find him, for you and for everyone!" Tyler was determined. He wasn't going to take no for an answer. Finding Josh was the only thing on his mind. "Please, do not tell Pa until I have left. If he finds out, he'll do anything to get me to stay."

"I would do anything to get you to stay as well." Aunt Krista said. "However," she hesitated. "I don't think I should dare tell Pa. He would get mad at me for encouraging you to go."

Tyler stared at her. Was that permission?

"I am your Auntie Krista, and I say you shouldn't leave without taking Kenneth with you. He'll keep you well maintained." She smiled and Tyler smiled back.

"Just promise you'll bring my little boy back to me."

"Kenneth, we're going on a trip!" Tyler called out. Kenneth, a teal forklift, came out of his small shop with a confused expression on his face.

"A trip? What are you planning, Ty?" He asked.

"I need to search for my best friend Josh. He's been gone for a day or two. I need to find him!" Tyler came into his bay where Kenneth would always repair him in. An old shuttered roof hung over Tyler in his bay and it make small creaks to the waves of the water.

"Chances are he's already-" Kenneth shut his mouth seeing a look of disapproval on Tyler's face. "Okay, okay, just, let me pack a few things before we go. Okay?"

Tyler smiled and backed up into his bay while Kenneth packed. Tyler overheard him mutter "I can't argue with that face," and Tyler let out a small laugh.

"We have to hurry though, before my Pa finds out." Tyler whispered, in case Pa was anywhere near them.

"Don't need to tell me twice!" Kenneth said as he tossed his heavy duty pack of tools onboard Tyler. Tyler knew Ken hated Pa. Well, not hate, more like afraid of. Kenneth shut his shop and boarded Tyler.

"Okay, time for the checklist." Kenneth called out, taking a clipboard out of his bag.

Tyler made a small groan. Kenneth was definitely one who liked to make lists and keep track of things. A lot.

"Fuel?" Kenneth asked.

"Full." Tyler responded.

"Siren? Horn?"

"Operational, and working."

"Lights? Antenna?"

"Operational times two."

"Radio? Navigation system?"

"Operational, operational."

"Anchors? Intact rope?"

"I use my anchor's all the time, Ken. And, I don't think I've ever used my rope yet."

"Alright, life raft, flares, documentation, fenders, fire extinguisher?"

"Check, check, check, and check!"

"That was four verses five, Ty."

"I have working life raft, flares, fire extinguisher and documentation." Tyler laughed a little. "I don't really need to make sure my fenders work."

"Right, tugboat." Kenneth muttered and checked off on his list. "Let's set sail!"

That was all Tyler needed to hear. He started his engines and took off through the water. Kenneth moved his bag near Tyler's mast and hooked the straps so it wouldn't move around with the waves. He then parked himself, keeping an eye out for Pa, who was no where to be seen. Tyler gave Aunt Krista a call goodbye and headed down the fjord towards the ocean.

Tyler came to the end and stopped right before his hull passed through.

"Hey, why'd you stop?" Kenneth asked. "Don't tell me your prop isn't functioning."

"No, no, it's fine." Tyler said.

"Oh, you're pausing for dramatic effect, huh?"

Tyler smiled softly and took a breath. He looked forwards and ventured out into the vast, unknown ocean.