Gilligan strolled the docks in the harbor. With him was a list. He thought to himself better get these things if I want to work on that man's boat.
The list had all the items Gilligan needed, he leaned on a post and checked through his duffle bag.
Canteen...check.
Raincoat...check.
Extra clothes...check.
Blanket...check.
Duffle bag...check.
Hat...ch-nope.
It looked like he had to go hat shopping.
On the boardwalk Gilligan trotted through the many shops it offered. Postcards, food, souvenirs, and clothes. That was it! He would search the clothing shops for a hat. The first one he stopped in had long aisles full of stuff. The clerk noticed Gilligan fumbling around and asked "May I help you?"
"Yeah, do you have any hats?" Gilligan smiled.
The clerk chuckled, "Sorry boy, I only sell shirts and pants."
"Oh well, thanks." Turned glum.
"Wait," the clerk thought a second. "Max's clothing shop might have some."
"Oh boy!" Gilligan ran out the door.
Max's was a little farther down than expected, it was smaller and had more souviner shirts. A woman greeted him with "How may I help you?"
Alerted Gilligan said "I need to find hats."
"At the back wall sir." The woman pointed.
He turned and looked around "Sir? Was there a knight behind me?"
The woman laughed "Oh no, I was referring to you."
"Ah!" Gilligan smiled.
The shelf the woman showed him was filled with hats. From fisherman hats to baseball caps. Gilligan tried every single one and would occasionally mumble, not good enough, comfy but ugly, nice but uncomfortable.
Unsatisfied Gilligan left. Now his glumness returned and he found himself on the beach by the harbour. Walking slowly something caught his ear. Almost a whisper in the wind "Pick me...take me...I can make you be known."
Gilligan swung around and faced a rock with a pale fishing cap on it. Was this the thing whispering to me?
He walked up to it and heard the whisper again "I can take you anywhere...pick me...I will be yours."
Reluctantly Gilligan placed the cap on his head. It was the most comfy hat he ever had, and I did look cool maybe. The now content Gilligan raced back to the man with the ship and took the job he was offered. Every now and then something whispered in his ear "Master...I will keep my promise."
That is where the trouble began...