Willie had not seen any waves on the lake by the dock. The hotel said it was on an island, but there was no access to beaches that he had heard of or he might have tried for some waves. Not that he had a surfboard back at the hotel.
A self-conscious laugh came from him at the question. He had to think about how to describe it to Nyx as he followed the gesture to the chairs, shoving his board into the sand beside them. His face lit at the admission of his last moments before the hotel. Maybe he would understand Willie's circumstance better.
"I worked for this powerful ghost, collecting people or doing errands for him mostly. I also was bound by a deal." He cleared his throat as if he could possibly have something in it. "I was allowed all the freedom to skateboard all my afterlife as long as I-" He paused looking around. Who knew, maybe this entire vacation was a trick, like NYC had been. "Well... he owns my soul and can destroy it if I do something wrong- which I did right before I was brought to the hotel," he laughed again, hartier. "So I get the whole tricky deals thing."