Gilligan's Island Fan Fiction
"Skipper! Skipper!" Gilligan sprints from the shore, arms flailing, "SKIPPER!" his voice is full of excitement and fear as he runs through the jungle, back to the huts.
"Ahhh…" a sigh of contentment slips out of the Skipper's mouth as he lays down in his hammock for a nice long nap. As he slides his hat over his eyes he hears in the distance the yelling voice that can belong to only one person.
"Skipper!"
"Oh, brother" Skipper mumbles, "what did Gilligan find this time?". He hunkers down lower in his hammock as Gilligan rushes in, falling head over heels onto Skipper. As Skipper resettles himself, trying to get back on his feet and reaching for his hat, Gilligan stammers "Skipper! There's something down on the beach! I was just throwing sticks and and, I saw this big blob come out of the ocean, it looked like a whale's head! Then it started moving, yeah, and it was coming right towards me and I ran for it! You have to see it Skipper!" Gilligan used his hands as he was telling the story of the whale, and Skipper rolled his eyes when he finished.
"Gilligan, there are no whales here."
"Yeah, there are, come see!"
"If I come see, and see no whale, can I PLEASE have an afternoon of peace and quiet!" Skipper said, agitated.
"Sure Skipper, come on!" Gilligan dragged Skipper by his arm and they ran to the beach.
"See Skipper? See?" Gilligan pointed to, what seemed to be a small box, but as Skipper looked closer, he could see that it was a tiny ship, one that you would see on a cruise ship as the emergency boats.
"Skipper…what is that?" Gilligan asked.
"It's not a whale, it looks like a boat!"
"Then we can get off!"
"Well, it doesn't look like it could handle more than a couple days at sea…but it's worth a shot!" The two of them ran over to the small boat. It was white, with orange trim and rope and tipped on its side. But when they were about 5 yards away a figure fell out of the boat. Gilligan stopped dead in his tracks, knocking Sipper off his feet.
"Skipper, its..its..its a person." Gilligan whispered as Skipper struggled to get to his feet, his hat in his hand.
"Gilligan!" Skipper said as he hit him with his hat.
"Skipper…look!" Gilligan said, still in a whisper. Skipper looked ahead, to the boat and saw the figure, which was now accompanied by another figure.
"Gilligan! Look!" Skipper said with happiness in his voice. "Hey! Hi!" Skipper yelled to the strangers, who turned around and waved, one was jumping up and down.
"Skipper, what did you do that for?"
"They might have a transmitter on their boat or maybe they know how to work the boat!" Then Skipper ran down to the people. Gilligan ran right behind him.