A/N: This is a requested fanfic. I hope you all enjoy!
"Oh Eva, are you sure this is a good idea?" Lydia was a girl with dirty blonde locks, a clumsy personality, but good intentions.
Eva on the other hand was taller, more wiser in character, except she was duller. It wasn't like she was unattractive, she was just plain and simple.
Together these two had tread in the land of dating, only to turn up empty handed. It was one night after another unsuccessful date, these two came across each other, bonding over a familiar predicament of no men. Eva, being so much more thought driven, suggested that they take a getaway trip. Lydia was surely on board, even offering financial help.
"Lydia this is for the best. If we can't get noticed, perhaps we should just escape." Eva started the boat motor.
Lydia took one last look at Hawaii, and gave no more thought to what was left behind them.
Travel at least one hundred miles out to sea, and you might just find a tiny island. There is no name for this island, since after all, it's uncharted, but you will find seven owners.
A large man, usually seen in blue is followed by his first mate, in such contrast to the man in blue. Red sweater, smaller, and considerably clumsy.
The huts is where you'd find the millionaires, wallowing in their worthless riches. Those two though, cannot let go of their lavish lifestyle, marked with infinite lazy games of avocado golf. Along the same region was an intelligent man, dedicated to books and the sciences. Ultimately the clock worker of the island.
With all these others there remained the two most revered women. A tall, slender movie star, who showed off her fiery red hair, and undaunted poise. The younger and a bit simpler, but far from unattractive, was loved for her skills in the kitchen and her general work ethic. Nobody could resist a coconut cream pie that she made. These two girls by the name of Ginger and Mary Ann, were well known friends, although they both each held a shred of envy for each other. Mary Ann was infatuated by Ginger's talent and Ginger was greedy for skill that Mary Ann had. "Burnt fish isn't fun to eat." Ginger would often use this as an excuse to avoid helping.
"You know I could teach you, but I'd like to not trip on a stage." Mary Ann scoffed.
It was a wonder these two didn't hate each other.
"Talent isn't for everyone, honey." Ginger switched to her breathy voice.
Mary Ann immediately shot back, "I thought there'd be hope for me, after they did hire you in Hollywood."
Ginger, now taken aback, hissed, "Why you little-"
She was abruptly cut off as ruckus fired up outside. The boy in red, whose name was Gilligan, came bombarding into the clearing. His iconic hat flapped in the wind, and caused him to topple right into the man in blue, The Skipper. "There's a boat!"
He was questioned sharply, "A boat? Where?"
"By the lagoon!' Gilligan hopped around, "It's a real nice one, but I think a monster was on it."
Baffled by the first mate's words,the skipper went to gather the professor. The girls forgot about their spar and continued to listen through the shabby window. "Finally I can go back to Hollywood!"
"And I can go to see my family!" Mary Ann swung back around to the cooking, "I'm gonna make this meal a good one."
"I think I'll actually try and help."
The lagoon was a wonderful place, beach front, waterfalls, fish, and more. Now the three men sat there staring at the very thing that could save them. A boat. The only problem? No key to start it. Gilligan stomped around trying to see if any more evidence of the monster was present. He happened to be in luck and gleefully informed the other two. "Skipper! Get a load of this!"
"What's that?"
Gilligan pointed out shoe prints, "It's gotta be a monster. There's one giant claw on the back of the foot, with a really big paw!"
The professor raised an eyebrow, "Gilligan, that's not a monster."
"It isn't?"
The skipper hastily swatted him, "Gilligan! Those are women's footprints!"
He realized what he just said, "Women? Women! I like whoever landed here already."
"We'll have to find these women soon Skipper. They most likely have the key to the boat."
"Agreed Professor." He straightened his hat, "Hey Gilligan, tell the girls and the Howells to meet us at the table."
"Aye aye, Skipper." Gilligan meant to skirt off into the woods, but instead slammed into a tree.
"No need to hurry off." The slender and plain Eva emerged with Lydia.
"Oh wow miss, why'd you have to come here?" Gilligan kept rubbing his bruised head.
Lydia in turn spoke up. "To get away from people like you!"
"What did I do?"
"Not you, just people like you."
The three men exchanged confused glances. Eva sighed, "We mean away from men, but it looks like that's an impossibility."
"Don't get the wrong idea ma'am." The skipper removed his hat, "There's other women here too."
"They're probably not single like us."
The professor intruded, "Actually only one is married, the other two are single."
"Then what about you?"
"We're all single men."
Eva examined them some more, "I seeā¦"
"Take us to meet the others!" Lydia's face seemed to brighten. "Oh, and I'm Lydia."
"My apology, I'm Eva." She stuck out her hand to the skipper.
He graciously took the shake, awkwardly smiling at her, "I'm Jonas, but you can call me The Skipper. That boy in red is Gilligan, and the man next to him is The Professor."
"Now we can be off to meet the others." The professor motioned for the rest to follow.
At this point, the three men were already hatching a plan to escape the island. Perhaps preparing for anything that could possibly happen, visitors had a tendency to pull unexpected curve balls at the poor castaways.
