Chad couldn't believe he had been as big as the field house and now fit in David's hand. David quickly stowed Chad in his empty knapsack along with Chad's stuff.
Being an immobile toy boat at the bottom of a backpack didn't do much for Chad's perspective. He was terrified and furious, and sure David had slipped him drugs and this was all a hallucination. It had to be. But the details were too real. He could smell eraser dust, paper and old text books, along with the tell-tale scents of baloney and apples. He really was in -ew, the contents of the bag shifted as David put it on his back. Chad's old underwear now draped the bow of the toy boat. Chad would have crinkled his nose. He regretted having three bean burritos earlier, and not wearing clean underwear this morning, but he never expected that he would be in this situation. I mean who would.
Chad hadn't exactly been mean to David, but he had called his bluff. David lived in a shanty down by the wharves. Chad and his buds had been teasing David about him living in a bait shack. David had explained that it his family lived on a yacht, but when they were at sea, he bunked in the shanty until they came back into port. "So when will that be? I'd like to see that boat of yours! I bet all these guys would! So how about a party on your yacht - if it really exists?" Chad had said. David sputtered, "Fine, I was going to do it anyway who's up to winter break in Mexico on my yacht?"
Winter break begins next week, and David's going to deliver on his promise. In a way, it's appropriate that Chad provide David's party boat.
The sound of a foghorn wakes Chad up from his trance-like state. David must be nearly home. There are the sound of gull screeching, creaking wood, and a door opening and closing. Unceremoniously, Chad feels himself fall and land roughly on a hard surface. He hears David walking about and making noise, but he seems to be ignoring Chad. Finally, Chad inside the bag is lifted up and light seeps in. The light grows brighter as David empties the bag.
"Too bad, your underwear is monogrammed, Chad. It's practically new, and I could use some new underwear, but everyone would know they were yours by the monogram. Guess, I could use them as a rag for cleaning my new yacht? The shirt and jeans will come in handy though. And in case you're wondering, my dad does have a yacht, but he ran off and left my mother and I alone years ago. She died when I was a kid. My granny owned this shack, and took care of me until she died last year. In case you're wondering, she was a witch, and I inherited her spell book. Hope that explains your current situation. After practice and that walk home, I need a bath. Let's see how sea worthy you are.
Chad stared from his perspective as a toy boat on a table at the one room shack. The doors on the far side must open to a Murphy bed. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, and there was big cast iron tub next to the stove with several pots of water boiling on it. David didn't have hot water? David filled the tub with buckets from the sink, then he added boiling water until he decided the temperature was all right. Then he started to take off his clothing. He was down to his yellowed tighty whiteys when he walked over to Chad and picked him up and looked at him.
"You really are a beauty, Chad. You should be happy that you're such a beautiful yacht. Now time to hit the high seas," David chuckled as he chucked Chad into the tub. The toy yacht splashed into the hot tub. David ducked into the closet in the corner, and sat on a toilet. While Chad bobbed up and down peeking at times over the edge of the ancient tub. He saw David naked towering over him just before David climbed into the tub. Well, naked except for the key around David's neck. It was the key.