Willie glanced up nervously, scratching at his shoulder where Caleb's mark lay hidden. "I'm not sure his sudden come into power was a punishment." Considering the man's powers gave him the ability to own souls and destroy them at will, Caleb was the ghost world equivlient to a demon. Your afterlife would be all parties and games and shows unless you stepped out of line. Willie's usefulness otherwise was the only reason he was allowed to continue skating.
Easily pushing off darker thoughts for light one, Willie smirked. "It's close. They use a surfboard to do it." Willie's skateboard appeared in his hands on the table with a soft pop. "It's like a person-sized version of a skateboard but without the wheels." He spun the wheels in emphasis.
"I'm not the best at surfing, I prefer catching air on a half-pipe rather than a wave. Skateboards are easier to control, Surfboards are more an agreement with he ocean."