A Friendly Game

When he was first asked, he was a little surprised. He would've thought he was the only one on the entire ship who knew how to play and enjoyed playing. Happily, he took the offer. It could be fun.

That was nearly an hour ago.

The black and white pieces were scattered across the checkered board. He had never seen someone best him in a game before, and he didn't want to start now. He placed his rook in front of the white bishop. But then, as if it were a sneak attack, the white knight knocked the piece down as if it were a storm knocking down the mast of a ship.

His eyes widened. There was no way he could lose. But he was slowly running out of useful pieces, and his king was nearly captured. There was one move he could do, but it was really more of a desperate attempt at tricking his opponent. Even so, he placed the pawn in front of the black queen. 'Please take the bait, please take the bait,' he prayed.
But no such move was made. Instead of picking up the queen, her tallons picked up her knight that was nearly hidden in a sea of black soldiers, and placed it three spaces beside and one space behind the white king, who was in a corner just a space away from her rook. She let out a squack that could be translated into "Checkmate".

He looked all over the board for a way out, but there was just no way. He was trapped. Glaring at the proud dodo bird, Mr. Bobo held up just one card:
Rematch.