As it said in the summary, this prompt was given to me by retro mania. The credit goes to him. Again, this is not meant to offend anyone. The prompt was, roughly, "What if Ginger changed into an African American/Latina woman?" I do hope you enjoy reading it!
It was a bright and sunny morning on the unchartered island. Birds chirped their sunrise melodies as if to signal to the castaways the time. As usual, Gilligan and the Skipper set about their chores for the day. The Howells almost immediately went to their "social club" to relax in the sun. The Professor hunted the area for specimens to study. Mary Ann and Ginger headed into the forest to search for breakfast. The pair chatted as usual.
"Oh, sometimes I do wish we could just go to a grocery store," Mary Ann commented.
"It would be so much easier than searching," agreed Ginger, "I wouldn't even mind the lines at this point."
"You had to wait in lines?" questioned a shocked farm girl.
"Well, my agent did. He did all the grocery shopping."
Ginger smirked slightly. Her eyes widened as she noticed a strange plant covered in a blueish moss-like covering. She squatted next to the base of the tree it was growing from. She cocked her curious head to the side. Mary Ann took notice of the woman's actions.
"What are ya lookin' at, Ginger?"
Mary Ann squatted next to her.
"This plant looks odd," she replied, "Even for this island."
"I bet the Professor would enjoy studying that."
Ginger nodded in agreement.
"He'd probably spend all day in his hut analyzing it."
Ginger reached out her hand and plucked the strange flora from the tree root. Her face immediately formed an expression of disgust.
"The blue part is really sticky." She wiped her hand on her dress. "At least the Professor will enjoy it."
Ginger continued to hold onto the plant's stem as her and Mary Ann resumed looking for food. As always, it didn't take long for the pair to find native fruit. They quickly made their way back to the huts.
"Hm. Do you think we could make something out of all this fruit?" inquired the red head.
Mary Ann smirked.
"Back on the farm, I used to make meals out of nothing more than an apple and some lettuce."
Ginger chuckled.
"Would you mind cooking while I go and show the Professor what we found?"
"Go right ahead," the woman said with a smile.
The actress left the kitchen area and headed over to the huts. Ginger had figured out that, by this time, the Professor had always retreated to his hut. When she arrived, she knocked on the bamboo door.
"Who is it?" he called.
"It's Ginger," she replied.
"Come on in."
The actress walked into the hut. Her green eyes watched the Professor as he held a few test tubes in the air. He inspected them closely. After a moment, he set them down and turned to the woman. He grinned.
"How can I help you?" he asked.
Ginger handed him the strange flora she had found.
"Mary Ann and I found that in the forest while we were looking for breakfast. We figured you'd enjoy inspecting it," she explained.
The Professor reached out his hand to grab the strange plant.
"Be careful about the blue stuff," she warned, "It's a little sticky."
Grinning, the Professor grabbed the stem. He grabbed his makeshift magnifying glass and inspected it.
"Hmm. This is a very interesting species. I haven't seen anything like it," he raved, "Thank you very much, Ginger."
"Oh, you're welcome."
Just then, Gilligan walked into the hut with a grin.
"Mary Ann says breakfast is ready."
"Thanks Gilligan. We'll be right there."