Connor
In the end we ended up going paddle boarding even though our limbs felt like granite. The paddle boats clearly weren't made big enough for rugby players since mine and Edward's constantly nearly tipped over whenever we tried to get in.
"Go in with your legs first and sit down. Don't try to stand," Edward complained as I failed for the one hundredth time.
The man who was renting them out looked more than exhausted with all of us as he held it to the dock so that it didn't float away and I fall in the water.
"Doesn't that look like what I'm doing," I snapped at him as I pretended to be as light as a feather which thankfully stopped it from rocking so much as I tried to place my feet on the paddles.
