DISCLAIMER: I do not own any aspect of the show Gilligan's Island. The rights go to, well, whoever has them! Though, if you count the DVD as owning Gilligan's Island, then I would certainly qualify!

Thanks again to emmadactryl for beta-reading. :)

Prologue

The tropical plants seemed to dance in the wind, accompanied by the sound of the nocturnal insects. The stars blinked in the black night sky, helping the moon to light the jungle.

A voiced sliced through the night, soft in comparison with the sharp music of the island's creatures. It spoke in a native tongue, almost indecipherable. A young woman, with long black hair that was a match with the sky, pushed her way through the foliage, followed closely by two men. They held spears in an "x" formation, for protection, as they trekked through the forest.

"Have not seen new tribe!" grunted one of the men. His comrade nodded.

"New tribe here," came the soft reply of the girl.

"T'Pal, it not here," the man argued.

"Yes, Lintao, tribe here," T'Pal said sternly.

"Tribe has not been spotted!"

"I spotted!"

This seemed to shut Lintao up. His comrade, beside him, rolled his eyes and gestured to the cloth bag T'Pal was carrying on her back.

"Yes, that it!" Lintao exclaimed, congratulating his friend. "I forget to ask! Thank you, Ping."

"What you forget to ask?" T'Pal halted and turned to the two men.

"Why you bring bag?" Lintao asked her.

"I have seen, we must take care of a brave," the native girl said with a smile. "Also, bring back to tribe, so Aquali can get bigger!"

"A vision!" he uttered, eyes wide. He and Ping looked down at their feet solemnly. "We sorry for insolence," Lintao said, Ping nodding in agreement.

"It alright," T'Pal said, turning away and continuing their trek through the jungle. "We not waste time talking."

Slowly and quietly, T'Pal and her guards made their way stealthily through the foliage. After years of moving around and hunting, it had grown increasingly easy for them to slip through the undergrowth without even rustling a banana leaf. After a while, a small light could be seen just meters away.

"Light could signal camp!" Lintao exclaimed. Ping's eyes lit up.

"Yes, it signal camp," T'Pal said, nearly mesmerized. She shook her head, sending her black hair flying into her dark skinned face. She brushed it out of the way before she ordered, "Go back, tell others!"

"Yes," Lintao said obediently, bowing his head as he and Ping spun around and raced back through the jungle.

T'Pal smiled. She turned away from where her comrades had disappeared into the darkness and moved slowly to the light. Soon, she heard laughter.

"Tribe!" she breathed, then peered out through the brush.

Seven people sat at a table, laughing and eating the many different island fruits on their wooden plates. T'Pal wasn't interested in any of them, save for the one boy in his white sailor cap and red shirt, sitting next to a big man in blue. The boy was smiling, and the man was laughing heartily.

"Gilligan!" he shouted, loud enough for T'Pal to hear. The boy replied, though she could only see his mouth move; his words were spoken too softly for her to make out. She could normally read lips, but the language of these people was strange to her. Oh well, she thought, I will learn. T'Pal shook off that minor setback and focused her attention back on the boy.

"Gilligan..." she murmured, a smile playing on her face. "You are mine..."

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter! The next will be a little bit longer. Anyway, please read and review! :)

Aingeal