Wow, this is my first fanfic in a long while. ^_^' Anyway, this is a Gilligan's Island/Beatles crossover. The Beatles themselves will not be in the first couple of chapters. And as a heads up, there are only 3 Beatles who are actually famous in this. You can probably figure out which one won't be in the band lol. Anyway, enjoy!
Prologue
July 25th, 1944
Dark ominous clouds began to materialize in the tropical sapphire sky. A typhoon was beginning to form far out in the Pacific. It would make landfall in just a couple of days, should it gather enough strength from the hot sun above and the warm ocean below. The small island state of Hawaii would be right in the middle of the storm's path, the growing storm planning to make a direct hit on the islands. But for now, the weather was calm and the skies clear and blue. An occasional cloud would gently float overhead, not giving a single warning as to the storm brewing out at sea.
Days later in Hawaii...
Pulling up to a small family owned restaurant, a woman in her early forties and a man in his mid forties, climbed out of the car they had rented while they visited the island state. A gentle breeze began to blow, gently moving the woman's long, wavy brunette hair. Going to the back driver's side door, she opened it and smiled warmly at the young child restrained in his car seat. While the seat didn't provide much protection in the event of an accident, it did keep the child from moving about the vehicle.
"Are you hungry, Georgie?" The woman asked as she held her young son. The toddler giggled happily and clapped his tiny hands. He still didn't fully understand what she meant, but he did know what hungry meant. To him, it meant getting something tasty to stop the annoying rumbling in his belly. He wasn't able to eat much yet, having only a couple of tiny baby teeth poking through his gums. At a year and a half old, it would be a few months before he had most of his baby teeth.
"Come on dear, let's go find a place to sit." The man smiled, going over and putting a tough, calloused hand on his wife's back lovingly. "We still need to get gifts for the other kids." He reminded.
"I know. I saw a toy shop around the corner. We can stop there and find a toy for each of them." She decided with a smile.
Back home in their homeland of Liverpool, England, the couple had three older children. They had been left with the young man's mother while the two of them took their youngest on his first vacation. It had been planned to just be the two of them on a sort of honeymoon, but a persistent one year old had forced them to buy an extra plane ticket. They couldn't really afford the extra ticket, but with her maternal instincts, the woman gave in and managed to scrape up enough money to purchase the extra ticket while still giving them enough left to spend once they reached their destination.
Walking into the restaurant, the couple quickly found a table and sat down after placing the child into a highchair. The interior of the restaurant was decorated in native masks and paintings. Some old, worn out fishing nets hung on one of the wooden panel walls while antique fishing rods hung over them. Being on the coast, the locals were big on fishing. Many of the locals made their living by catching and selling the fish and crustaceans they caught.
Approaching the English family, a beautiful native girl smiled warmly. "Aloha. I will be your waitress today. Would you like to try our special?" The black haired woman asked, her voice heavy with a Hawaiian accent.
"No thank you." The man said, his Liverpool accent coming through just as clear. "But I would like a Coke to drink," He turned to his wife. "What would you like, love?"
"I'll have a cup of tea." She smiled. "And a small glass of milk for Georgie."
"Very well. I will return shortly with your drinks." The waitress said before turning and leaving.
Later that evening, back at their small motel room, the couple were listening to the weather report on the small radio the motel staff supplied in each room.
The tropical storm that has been developing in the south western Pacific has grown in strength and has now been upgraded to a cyclone. It has been recorded traveling north east and is expected to make landfall sometime tomorrow night. All residents are advised to board up their doors and windows and take shelter. I repeat the tro-
"We should head for home first thing tomorrow." The man frowned, turning off the radio. "That cyclone sounds like bad news."
"Yes, it does. I'll start packing our bags." The woman said, making her way to the dresser where their clothes were put away.
Within a couple of hours, everything they had bought and brought with them was packed away neatly inside several suitcases. Looking out the small window, the man frowned more as the wind began to pick up. The once bright full moon was now being hidden from sight as the first storm clouds began to roll in.
In all his years, he had never witnessed a cyclone first hand. But he had heard stories of them from foreigners and friends who had traveled overseas. And from the information he had gathered over the years, a cyclone, or hurricane as those on the Atlantic coasts called them, he knew such a storm was never good. Running a hand through his peppered, thinning hair, the man sighed tiredly and helped his wife finish setting their luggage next to the door.
"Come dear, let us get some sleep. I fear young George will be wide awake while we're still exhausted if we stay up any later." The man said, leading his wife to the bed they were sharing.
"Yes. He does like to get up early, doesn't he?" The woman smiled as she laid next to her husband. They had both dressed for bed earlier that evening after putting their young son down for bed.
"I can't wait to see the kids." The man smiled, his mind wandering to memories of his other children.
"Neither can I. I've missed them." The woman replied. Looking at the wind up alarm clock on the night stand, she grabbed it and set the alarm.
"Good night love." The man smiled, tenderly kissing his wife. She smiled and returned the kiss.
"Good night dear." She said before turning off the light.
The alarm rang loudly, causing one year old George Harrison to start crying and fussing in his bassinet. Waking up from a combination of a crying baby and the noisy alarm, Harold and Louise Harrison sat up. Yawning, Louise stretched before turning the alarm off and tending to her son.
While she quieted him down, Harold got up and immediately looked out the window.
The sky outside was dark and menacing as the cyclone drew ever nearer. The wind was howling and blowing small bits of debris around the streets. Homes and businesses as far as the eye could see were boarded up and not a soul could be seen.
"We should hurry and get to the airport. I doubt they'll be flying planes much longer today." Harold said, hiding the worry he was feeling.
"Yes, let's. I can feed George on the way." Louise said, hurrying to dress their son. Once he was ready, Louise got dressed. Once dressed, Harold immediately began to carry their suitcases to their car waiting outside.
The drive to the airport was slow and filled with danger. The increasing wind threatened to flip any vehicles that were caught in the strong gusts, succeeding in actually flipping several unlucky vehicles and their passengers. At the airport, the final flights were preparing to leave, but most had been canceled or delayed because of the storm. The Harrison's were planning to fly to the US mainland and from there, take different flights until they reached Liverpool. All in all, the journey would take the trio almost three days. Or at least, that was the usual time frame. But thanks to the storm, there were bound to be delays at other airports.
Arriving in just the nick of time, the Harrison's got their tickets and hurried to board their plane. Once they found their seats and sat down, Louise and Harold seemed to calm down some. They felt safer in the sky where the plane would be able to fly above the approaching storm clouds.
"I hope we leave soon. I dread the look of those clouds." Harold said, looking out his window at the dark gray clouds.
"So do I. But at least we're safe on here." Louise replied, hugging George close. The little boy looked around the interior of the plane. Having a short attention span however, his attention kept shifting every few minutes to something new and more interesting than the last thing he saw. After a short delay, the pilot finally spoke to his passengers.
Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your safety belts. We will be taking off shortly. Please remain seated until further notice.
"Here we go, Harold." Louise said, unconsciously gripping her husband's hand. Harold simply nodded and gently squeezed her hand reassuringly.
A few minutes after the pilot's announcement, the plane finally began to move forward. It steadily picked up speed as it raced down the runway, soon reaching takeoff speed. The plane steadily climbed higher, only leveling out once their cruising altitude was reached.
In the cockpit, the pilot and copilot were busy watching instruments, communicating with the airport and keeping the plane at a steady altitude and cruising speed. Nearly a half an hour into the flight however, things began to go wrong. Outside, smoke was beginning to seep out of one of the engines as an internal fire began burning. At first it was unnoticed by passengers and crew alike. But that was about to change.
A sudden, loud explosion and a sharp jerk immediately alerted everyone on board that something was wrong. The engine exploded, having suffered a fatal malfunction. Normally it wouldn't have been a problem, but the sheer force of the explosion ripped over half of the left wing off, along with the engine.
Passengers screamed as they began to panic as the plane began to jerk and shudder violently. Louise held George tightly against her body as Harold held them both against his. Then, just as suddenly as it happened, the plane stopped shuddering. Thinking the danger had passed, the passengers soon began relaxing. But their relaxation was short lived as the plane suddenly turned sharply to the left.
No longer able to control the aircraft, the pilots were helpless to stop the plane from doing a barrel roll. Despite their efforts being in vain, the pilots still fought for control, unwilling to give up and let their passengers die without a fight. Unfortunately, the plane would be taking nearly every life on board down with it.
Terrified screams and cries filled the cabin as passengers held on tightly to strangers and to loved ones. Harold held his terrified wife and screaming child protectively. Come hell or high water, he vowed to never let go of his family. Glancing out the window, Harold noticed the blue ocean getting closer and closer with each passing second. After saying a prayer, Harold closed his eyes and braced for impact. Seconds later the plane hit the water with enough force to rip the right wing and remaining left wing from the fuselage. The fuselage was torn into several pieces that either began sinking moments after hitting the water, or bobbed in the waves like apples in a barrel of water.
Bodies and debris littered the waters, but among the wreckage a glimmer of hope came through. Clinging to a floating piece of debris, a young child held on for dear life. The little boy was scared senseless and could only hold on with his tiny hands. A deep gash ran down the side of his pale face, his brown hair sticking to his face. He was bruised and sore, but very much alive.
Being the only survivor, young George Harrison floated gently with the waves. One false move or one slip of his hands was all it would take for the toddler to disappear beneath the ocean forever. Whimpering, he looked around at his surroundings. Water and waves surrounded him on all sides, but amidst the waves and wreckage, a small island was visible.
Floating to shore sometime later, the young boy rested against the debris that ultimately saved his life. But now a new threat emerged. The jungle island was uncharted and deserted. There wasn't another human being anywhere on the small landmass. The only inhabitants were birds, insects, some bats, and some monkeys and a few gorillas.
Attracted out of curiosity by the crash, a troop of gorillas knuckled out onto the beach to investigate the strange thing that fell from the sky and made the loud sounds they had heard. One older female who had recently lost her baby to an illness, wandered ahead of the troop. Spotting something, she cautiously inched closer, stopping to look and listen every few steps. Finally reaching the strange object, she slowly and cautiously reached out a large, hairy hand and gently touched the object. When it moved suddenly, she let out a startled cry and hurried to back away. The rest
of her troop looked up, ready to fight off whatever threat may be present. When nothing happened though, the gorillas settled down and went back to their investigating. The female slowly made her way back over to the object, this time expecting something to happen. And sure enough, when she touched it again, the object moved. Realizing it was something alive, she carefully turned it over.
George opened his big brown eyes and looked around. Seeing the big hairy ape standing over him, he blinked and tried to sit up. It took him a couple of tries, but he finally managed. Getting a better look at the great ape, he whimpered and started sucking on his thumb.
The gorilla watched him curiously, having come to realize the object was a baby. Still running strong on maternal instincts, she reached out and gently picked the scared human up and cradled him lovingly. Not caring who or what he received comfort from at the moment, George snuggled up to her. The only thing on his mind right now was being comforted. Making gentle cooing noises, the gorilla held her new baby close with one hand while using the other to walk. Grunting, she called to her troop so they to could see the newest addition to their family.
Against all odds, young George Harrison was alive and safe. The crash had caused him to loose the little bit of memory he had of his parents and siblings back home. But in their place, new memories would be made as his new life unfolded.
So here's the prologue of the story. The first actual chapter will be up soon. I already have it written out and I'm just reading it over now. Anyhoot, if you have any suggestions, please let me know :3