Note: I don't own Gilligan's Island or its characters, only characters I own are Alessia and her two pilots
R&R No flames please!
Gilligan jumped to the sound of something big coming at them, from the sky, he caught a glimpse of the plane before he tackled Roy out of the way. There was a massive crumpling and smashing sound as the plane hit but the professor seemed not to notice as he rolled over to protest to Gilligan's sudden tackle,
"Gilligan what in the h—"
He couldn't finish his sentence, he saw the mangled wreck of the plane just centimetres away from Gilligan's feet and its broken wing exactly where he once stood. The two stood up, staring at the plane in shock, the Professor put a hand on Gilligan's shoulder and stuttered,
"I'll never doubt you again Gilligan…"
Gilligan laughed, he knew the Professor meant it now but later on he would definitely doubt him for whatever reason it would be, the Professor glanced around the plane to check that it was safe. Then gestured for Gilligan to come and check the plane for any life or even supplies, they carefully clambered into the open hole where the door of the plane once was and headed straight to the cockpit as a coughing emanated from it. Gilligan didn't know however that the next few moments would haunt him for the rest of his years, Roy turned the other way and stated,
"I'll check the other end of the plane, you check in there Gilligan."
"Sure thing Professor!"
He wrenched open the door and yelped as one of the pilots collapsed onto him muttering,
"Dave… have to find…"
Gilligan took him quickly outside,
"Professor!!!"
"What?!" The Professor poked his head out of the plane doorway, "What have you---"
He jumped down and ran up to him; he knelt down as Gilligan laid the pilot down,
"I'll take care of him you check for anyone else!"
Gilligan nodded and scrabbled his way back into the plane, the coughing was still there as he walked back into the cockpit. He glanced around until he almost cried out when he felt a hand grab his; he turned around and met the face of a blood soaked man. He wasn't young and then again he wasn't old, he spoke weakly to Gilligan,
"Come closer kid," he coughed up a mouthful of blood as his hazel eyes stared up at Gilligan almost pleadingly.
Gilligan knelt down next to him, if anything hesitantly, the man spoke again,
"There's a girl, Alessia," he coughed again, this time it was weaker, "Please you have to find-" he choked down another throat-full of blood, "Have to find her, I couldn't forgive… Myself if anything… Happened to her…"
Gilligan finally got the sense to call for the Professor,
"Professor!!!!!"
The man chuckled hoarsely,
"I'm gone son, but promise me… You'll find her…"
Gilligan found that he couldn't refuse this dying man's wishes; he guessed later that it was because he saw something of his father in him. He nodded obediently,
"Yes sir, I'll find her."
The man smiled weakly,
"Call me Dave…"
With that final word his hand fell from Gilligan's and the life left his eyes, though the smile remained. Gilligan shivered, few had the opportunity of dying smiling like that but when you saw someone dead, smiling, it was almost ominous. The professor finally hurried in,
"Gilligan what happened?"
Gilligan looked up at him grimly, a rare thing for him,
"The pilot's dead."
"Hmm, the right hand side, the guy we have outside must be the co pilot. The pilot must have died on impact."
Gilligan shook his head ruefully,
"No, he was still alive when I got here. He told me to find a girl called Alessia."
Roy looked at him, surprised some what,
"That's what the co-pilot keeps repeating to me, when I calmed him down he told me she fell out of the plane just as they skimmed the trees."
Gilligan rose in his place, his face strangely full of direction and purpose,
"She can't be far, we have to find her."
The Professor nodded absently, he couldn't be bothered arguing with Gilligan as he was and he couldn't help but be curious as to why they were transporting a child alone. Roy gestured back to the camp,
"I'll take the co-pilot back, you look for the girl."
Gilligan nodded and they both clambered back out of the plane, they both headed in the directions they set themselves. Funnily enough they both thought that Alessia was going to be a terrified child, how wrong they were…"
Thurston Howell had seen many strange things in his lifetime but none as strange as this, he and his wife Eunice were both walking through the forest, remembering life back on the mainland when they heard tree branches snapping, even a slight shriek and muffled thud not far away. Eunice looked to her husband,
"Thurston, did you just see a flash of metal just above us?"
He nodded,
"I think so lovey, come on, let's see what fell."
He led his wife carefully through the trees; he heard a woman shriek and picked up the pace. He and Eunice stepped out into a newly made clearing where Ginger was standing at the other side, frozen in shock. Eunice yelped,
"Thurston!!"
Mr Howell's eyes swivelled to where his wife was pointing; he jumped at the sight of a young woman lying on a pile of broken tree branches. Her medium length mane of black and maroon tresses spread out like fire around her head and her skin a pallor that worried him, he hurried forward and checked her over. He glanced around, reluctant to have to carry the girl himself, even with help,
"Bother it, where's that blasted Gilligan when you need him?!"
He looked up at Ginger, who finally gained the nerve to come a bit closer to the woman,
"Ginger, see if you can find the Skipper. He should be able to carry her."
Ginger nodded shakily and hurried off, Thurston checked that the girl was breathing and her pulse before moving her off the branches she had hit. She seemed to be alive, if only just. Her eyes weren't wide open, then he would've known she was dead; but they were shut though as if she had fallen asleep there. She was muttering in her unconsciousness as his wife asked,
"Is she alright dear?"
"She's alright lovey, for the moment."
Soon enough Ginger re-emerged with the Skipper following her,
"Here she is Skipper."
Jonas knelt down next to the girl; he eyed her curiously as Thurston looked at him,
"You think you can carry her Jonas?"
The Skipper tilted his hat back and took the unconscious woman in his hefty arms,
"Light as a feather, Mr Howell."
They followed the Skipper as he carried her back, not long after they left the clearing Gilligan ambled in. He scratched his head in confusion as he gazed at the broken branches and foot prints all around them, his thoughts broke as the sound of the Skipper's bellow rang in his ears,
"Gilligan!!!"
He winced,
"Uh oh, what have I done now?"