Author's Note: This story is the prequel to my other story, the Double Union on Gilligan's Island. It is not a one shot, and this deals with questions that people have asked me about my other story.

Chapter 1: Mary Ann's Affections

The morning sun shone high in the sky as Mary Ann watched Gilligan attempt to catch fish for supper that night. For several weeks, Gilligan had been on her mind. Though he wasn't as strong as the Skipper or as smart as the Professor, he was the sweetest person on the island. She guessed her affections started when the headhunters had come to find a sacrifice for their volcano god. She had to start trying to get him to have her on his mind.

"Oh, Gilligan," she called out.

"Yes Mary Ann," said Gilligan as the water from the beach almost pulled him into the ocean. He quickly regained his footing before he landed into the water.

"It is too bad that there aren't any men on this island," said Mary Ann.

"Well, there is the Skipper, Mr. Howell, the Professor, and me," Gilligan answered.

"Yes, but I mean men that aren't married," said Mary Ann.

"That still leads the Professor, the Skipper, and me," continued Gilligan.

"I prefer men that are sweet and kind," she said.

"That still leaves the Skipper, the Professor, and me," he said.

"I like men who are young," Mary continued.

"Then that leaves me," said Gilligan.

"It does," said Mary Ann.

"You like me?" Gilligan asked.

"Faults and all," answered Mary Ann.

"I always might have liked you too," said Gilligan. "How about after dinner tonight, we go on a walk through the jungle?"

"After I am done washing the dishes," said Mary Ann.

"Done," said Gilligan.


Gilligan watched as Mary Ann ran back into the jungle to go back to the hut community. He finally had the courage to admit that he liked Mary Ann. It must have started a year ago. After ten minutes, he walked back to the hut community with the fish he had caught. The huts were not far from where he had been fishing. He tracked through the jungle back to the huts. He sat the bucket down on the table in the center as he sat down to think about what happened.

"Hey little buddy," said the Skipper has he walked up to the table from the hut he and Gilligan shared.

"Hey Skipper," responded Gilligan.

"What's wrong? You seem a little on edge since you got back from the lagoon."

"I got a date tonight with Mary Ann," said Gilligan.

"A date? That sounds great. When is it?"

"After Mary Ann gets the dishes cleaned after supper."

"Who is going on a date?" asked Mrs. Howell as she walked over to them.

"Gilligan is," said Skipper.

"Oh my, Gilligan is growing up," said Mrs. Howell. "I remember the first date I went on with Mr. Howell all those years ago."

"Where did you go?" Gilligan asked.

"We went to this small little cafe in New York." Mrs. Howell left the table to tell Mr. Howell of Gilligan's date.

"Well little buddy, you have a long night ahead of you," said the skipper as he left.

"Hey, I do," he said as he went into the hut to get washed before he and Mary Ann go on that date.