Day 20: The Journey Away [ Boxed / Useless ]

Finally Peter Pest had found something he wasn't useless at, which wasn't just video games.
I mean, Pokemon Go is a video game, technically, but it's somewhere in between video game and reality, so really it's not just a video game. You have to seek the pokemon you want on the map, and "catch" it in real life.
And it wouldn't get any more real than this. Peter had to sneak in to a restricted harbour area and climb to the top of a crane in order to get this noibat.
The hauntingly beautiful image of the vast ocean stretching out to the horizon was visible from the top of the crane, yet Peter's eyes were glued to his cellphone. Granted, the same hauntingly beautiful image was displayed on the cellphone monitor, but unlike in real life, in the monitor he could clearly see the noibat flying around in circles above the very tip of the crane. With the skill and finesse of a circus acrobat, albeit an intoxicated one, Peter balanced himself on the metal trestle, step by flailing step reaching all the way to the very end.
He just had to get a little closer... a little more... just a little more... the trestle sure swayed a lot this far out.
Peter took the final step to find himself in range to catch the noibat. He aimed the device, and threw the ball... the thing just bounced off.
He aimed once again, and pressed the fire button... the noibat deflected it.
He only had one ball left... he aimed it carefully in the white zone... waited for the perfect timing and...
His finger slipped, and the phone slid out of his hand. "Auh...aaah!!!" Peter threw his hand, and in the last moment he managed to catch the phone, which bounced off the palm of his hand and past his fingers. Before it could fall again he threw both his hands to catch the phone, which he did... but he did not catch himself and tripped and fell off the crane.

Peter screamed at the top of his lungs as he plummeted towards his certain demise.
And it would have been, had he not landed in a huge box full of styrofoam, quickly sinking to the bottom. Peter swam up towards the surface, but just as he saw the light, it vanished as the box was unceremoniously sealed and taped shut. He pushed and pushed with all his might, but alas his spindly arm could not even budge the seal of cardboard and brown plastic tape.
Peter sighed and looked at the phone... 48% battery. It seemed like he was going to be there for a while, but since he would be stuck in a box for the foreseeable future he wouldn't be able to play any Pokemon GO.
He checked the number of pokemon in the vicinity to make sure.

Around 32 of them in the box alone.

Oh.

While Peter was busy with his game, the box was stamped with the Red Cross symbol, loaded onto the cargo of a freighter, which sailed to the open sea. Soon enough it was equipped with an automatic parachute and loaded into a plane, where it was dropped off along with many other boxes to the various islands below.
Peter was oblivious to all of this. At that moment, his entirely world was the darkness of the box, and the light from his cellphone. The batteries were not to last forever though, and by the time they ran out, he heard the tape from above ripping off, and the top was opened.

At first when Peter popped his head up from the styrofoam, spitting out a piece that had stuck in his mouth, all he could see was the blinding white light of the sun. Once his eyes got accustomed to the light, he was greeted by the wicked, pointy grin of green shortstack goblin girl.
"Eeeep!" Peter immediately shut the top of the box again, hiding in the styrofoam.
It didn't open again.
Peter didn't hear anything. Not even his own breathing. That was because he was holding his breath, scared that even the faintest sound would give away that he had not in fact mysteriously vanished.
After a hot twenty seconds the urge to breathe became unbearable, and he let out a loud gasp.
Nothing happened still. Maybe she was gone.
He opened the top again and peeked out. He found that not only was the goblin shortstack still there, staring up at him, but now dozens of goblins were surrounding him.

"Ooooh! You were right! You were right!" One of the goblins said, "They sent us a boy!"
"I thought they didn't want to send more boys! They said we were too rough on them!"
Peter rose from the box and looked around. All of the goblin girls reached to about his waist, and their voluptuous physique was displayed through their outfit of deer-skin loincloth and top. Each of them carried a weapon, be it clubs, spears or stone axes.
"No, no! This was all a mistake! Ladies, please! I just want to go back home!"
"This is your new home!" One of the goblins declared.
"Yeah! Any boy on Goblin Island can be made prisoner of goblins, and he has to live with goblins from now on! That is Goblin Law!"
All goblins raised their little weapons above their heads, waved them around and cheered in unison.
"Uh, yeah... but... but what about the laws where I'm from? Don't... don't you have to follow them too if you want to make me... uh... your prisoner?"

The goblins looked between themselves, perplexed and confused.
"I... didn't think about that!"
"What do the boys' laws say?"
All their eyes landed on a bespectacled goblin girl in a strapless deer-hide dress who pulled out an official looking document, clearing her throat and reading it aloud:
"All provisions in the relief pack, marked by the Red Cross relief pack logo, shall henceforth be recognized as property of the Goblin Tribe of Goblin Island, and the distribution of which will be determined by the Goblin Tribe administration."

The goblins all cheered in unison, "So their laws and our laws agree! We get to keep the boy!"
"And we get to decide how he is shared between the goblins!"
They all jumped on poor Peter, dragged him out of the box and fell on him like wild animals.
"No! Ladies, please! Ahhh!"
Shortly after he was tied by the wrists and ankles to a wooden pole carried on the shoulders of the goblin girls, carried like a spit roast towards the goblin village where he would find his new home.