Ok, so this is a Secret Santa TDI Christmas FF, for Chrisatd1. I know its super late for it, but I never really got around to finishing it. Its still not finished, but I figured I would upload it and hopefully get the will to finish it! I do have a bit more that I will upload in another chapter though! So R&R and let me know if its good enough to finish! Also! Special thanks to my friend Tori! She helped me get a lot of this story together, at least whats been made of it so far! :D Enjoy! Also, Sorry that the bottom half is so cluttered together, It wouldn't let me edit it to space them out more. :/

Chris exchanged glances with the 3 contestants who had yet to receive their marshmallows. "Bridgette, Trent, and Lindsay, two of you are going to take the walk of shame to the boat of losers tonight. Let's find out who."

"The last marshmallow goes to…"

Trent gulped and exchanged a glance back to the others.

"Lindsay." Chris said, tossing her the marshmallow.

Trent and Bridgette hung their heads. "On the up side though, at least we get to go home for Christmas." Bridgette said, looking over to Trent.

"Trent and Bridgette, the boat of losers awaits you!" Chris said with a smile on his face, "Another shot at the money gone!"

Trent looked up at Chris, "Thanks for the reminder." He said standing up and grabbing his stuff.

Trent and Bridgette started down the docks towards the boat of losers. Everyone waved as they boarded the boat. Chef started the engine of the boat and took off. Bridgette took one last look at the island and then looked to Trent.

"I'm sorry you got eliminated. If it's any consolation, I voted Lindsay." She said, with a light smile.
"Eh, it's ok, like you said earlier at least we get to go home for Christmas." Trent replied.

They sat in silence staring out at the water; the only sound was coming from the old engine.
Chef began to hum when Trent looked back to Bridgette. "So what do you want for Christmas?"

"Hopefully I'll get that new surf board I asked for." She replied.
"Oh a surf board, that's cool. I asked for a new guitar." He said with a smile.

The two kept talking as Chef continued to drive the boat, silently humming to himself. He wasn't paying attention and didn't see the small island they were approaching.

"Um, Chef?" Bridgette asked after a brief moment of silence
"Maggot?" he growled in her direction.
Trent frowned. "Hey, Bridgette's not a maggot."
"Shut it, maggot."
"Chef?" the surfer girl repeated. "Aren't we getting a little... close to that island? And where is everybody else?"
Chef turned around to face the front, and blinked. "Attention soldiers. Code red, code red, and this is not a drill!"
Trent looked at Bridgette and whispered, "Do you have any idea what 'code red' means?"
"I didn't even know there were codes to begin with," she whispered back.
"All men for themselves," Chef shouted, scowling. He grabbed his inflatable rubber ducky, saluted towards Trent and Bridgette, and jumped off the Boat of Losers.
The two eliminated contestants peered over the edge of the boat and saw a final flash of bright yellow before it was swept away by the waves.
"Oh no... Chef?" Bridgette called out, worried.
"Forget about him, Bridgette. Who's driving the boat? And –"

Trent never got to finish his sentence. With a jarring jolt, the Boat of Losers crashed into the small island, which Bridgette realized before things turned black, was not Playa de Losers.

To be Continued...