"Well Gilligan, it looks to be a good day for sailing." The Skipper smiled, inviting they're passengers on.
"Yes sir." Gilligan cringed at the wieght of the Howells luggage.
"Captain, make sure your cabin boy doesn't scuff the suitcases. Can't have ratty cases for money!" The rich millionaire bellowed on to crew. "If you take good care of them...hehe...I can add a little tip...say a thousand?"
"Can do sir!" The skipper saluted the man then turned and barked at gilligan. "Careful with those bags!"
"Mhfm." Gilligan breathed.
With the engine running and Gilligan preparing the free meal, all seemed well. Yet deep inside something was churning and uneasy. No worry, the weather report said it was all clear.
The boat set off and the passengers enjoying they're time, yes yes, today is going to be good. Just two and fifty five minutes left.
The Skipper whistled away at his steering wheel, suddenly something caught his eye in the distance. Along the rocks that weren't quite submerged in the ocean stood at what seemed to be a dark haired woman. Could it be? The wicked goddess Calypso seeing them off to their deaths? Skipper shook his head sending the thought away. What a stupid theory, it's an old fairy tale. Nothing to worry about. Yet the woman kept standing on the rocks, still waving, still watching. "Hey skipper? Are you ok?" Gilligan burst through the skipper's mind. "You look pale, you're not seasick are you?"
"Now why would I be seasick? Of all your ideas. I'm a sailor Gilligan." The Skipper snorted in frustration.
Gilligan cowerd away to the passengers, probably wondering if he'd get a hat swat.
In reality the Skipper was not ok. Despite how many "don't worry Jonas' " there was. The woman was gone now and the Skipper relaxed a little. He mumbled "Everything will be ok. Nothing to worry about."
Nothing to worry about just yet...