It was exhilarating, the boat ride.  I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it.  I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair, the slight turbulence as the boat bounced on the short waves.

Sounds like a small motorboat. There goes the yacht idea, unless Hookwolf just happens to have parked it elsewhere and this is taking them out to it.

It wasn’t that different from how I had enjoyed riding Bitch’s dogs, and there was none of that primal, deep-seated worry that the hulking monster I was riding would turn around and snap my face off.

I mean, normally that wouldn’t be an issue with motorboats, but look at the world Taylor’s living in. There could very well be someone around with the power to bring boats to life and give them faces.

I’d almost think I had been destined to fly, based on how thoroughly I enjoyed myself, and that it was only bad luck that I’d gotten other powers instead… except I remembered flying with Laserdream as the Endbringer attacked, and that hadn’t been the most enjoyable experience.

Hah! To be fair, there’s a bit of a difference between hanging precariously and uncomfortably from a flying object and being unaffected by gravity yourself.

That might have been a special circumstance; I’d been dealing with the fact that I’d had a broken arm, I’d recently puked my guts out, I’d been soaking wet, and an Endbringer had been working on wiping my hometown and everyone I cared about from the face of the planet.

That too. Most things are probably not that enjoyable during that sort of situation. Like this one time I was watching this sitcom I liked while my house burned down around me. By the end of the episode, I was feeling kinda down, very sweaty and a little bit charred, even though it was almost objectively a really good episode.