Boat sailed to the ends of the known world, and further (against all reasoning and advisements) tipping over the edge and into the great Void beyond.
Curiously he did not perish, which is lucky indeed as this story would be quite short.
After sailing through that great Beyond which is mostly Void and partially stars Boat found he could remember less and less why he had wanted the Win in the first place.
Time passed, but in the Void, what is time? Days, years, it did not matter. Time was passing, and sooner (or possibly later) he looked upon the Win and felt nothing. It's sparkle no longer dazzled, its triumph no longer fulfilled.
So he cast it over the side, into the starry abyss, where it glimmered for the fleeting moment like a star itself and then disappeared.
It reappeared in the most unlikely of places, on earth, in a tea cup that just happened to be unfortunately full of tea at the time, making quite a mess.
So you will have to excuse me from my story telling a moment while I get a towel to clean up the mess and put the Win up someplace safe.