"Yo ho ho! And ye' thought me good mate!," he quipped, in a forced visage of confidence. He felt tired as hell for the first time but exhilarated at the same time. He aimed not to give away his fatigue to the turtle as much as he could. He was still able to step off the hoverboard with grace, but picking it back up seemed to be harder than it should.

"Ye think, we could do this again sometime," he blurted out, masking his struggle on bending his back. After a minute or two, he successfully bent, pulling the hoverboard up beside him.