Gilligan Fanfic
Chapter One
Watching Dr. Balingkoff and Igor run out of the castle as a cat and dog; the castaways knew it was time to leave and go back to their island. Heading out the door, Gilligan stopped at the table spotting a glass of punch. Feeling very thirsty, Gilligan grabbed it drinking it down not stopping until the glass was empty.
"Gilligan! Come on!" The Skipper yelled from outside.
Gilligan put the cup down rushing out "Coming Skipper."
Getting into the boat, the Skipper grabbed the oars making sure all the passengers were there before he set off for their island. Once they had reached it, the Professor came up with the idea that they could use the rowboat to get back home; however their hopes were dashed when it sunk into the lagoon. All crushed with the idea of still being stuck on the island, began walking back to where their huts were. Noticing it was close to dinner time, Mary Ann sent Gilligan down to the lagoon to see if there were any lobsters in their traps.
Nodding, Gilligan did as he was told coming back with a few good ones that could be split between them. While Mary Ann started cooking, the Howells went to change into their dinner clothes while the Professor and Ginger went walking. The Skipper meanwhile went to fetch some coconuts as Gilligan joined him. Feeling a little off, Gilligan decided not to say anything starting to feel scared wondering if it was from the punch he drank.
"Dinner's ready!" Mary Ann yelled starting to set the table.
Coming up to the table, Ginger smiled, "Oh that smells excellent. I wish I could cook like you do."
"Maybe I could teach you sometime Ginger." Mary Ann smiled.
Professor nodded, "I think you have to give a teaching lesson to us all."
"Come on Thurston, they are all waiting." Lovey spoke coming over to the table dressed in her blue dinner gown.
Right behind her was Thurston, "Do not worry Lovey, the Skipper and Gilligan haven't arrived yet. Remember a Howell is never late."
"Skipper! Gilligan!" Mary Ann yelled.
"Coming!" Gilligan yelled.
In a few minutes Gilligan and the Skipper emerged from the trees holding a few coconuts that they had got for juice. Opening each coconut, the Skipper poured each into their glasses making sure everyone had a fair enough amount. As Gilligan helped Mary Ann bring over the food, he started to feel sick but ignored the feeling. As they all sat down to eat, Gilligan managed to take a few bites before he just pushed the food around on his plate not feeling hungry anymore. While the others were eating, the Skipper looked up at his little buddy noticing he was paler than normal.
"Gilligan? Are you feeling alright?" The Skipper asked bringing all attention to Gilligan.
Gilligan looked up rubbing his head, "I'm not feeling good Skipper."
Moving over to Gilligan's side, the Skipper touched his forehead, "You have a fever little buddy. Here drink some juice and then I'll help you to the hut."
Nodding Gilligan grabbed for some coconut juice before he started to stand, noticing his legs felt like jelly. Noticing this, the Skipper scooped Gilligan up in his arms telling the others he would be back. Getting into their hut, the Skipper gently placed Gilligan in his hammock pulling the blanket up over him.
"When did you start feeling bad?" The Skipper asked.
Gilligan looked up at the Skipper, "When we got back to the island."
"Well just get some sleep and you'll be fine in the morning."
Starting to leave the Skipper was stopped by Gilligan reaching out, "Skipper, before we left there was some punch on the table. I drank it because I was thirsty, do you think that is what's hurting me?"
"Don't worry little buddy, by morning you'll be fine. Now just lay there and get some rest. I'll be back in a little bit." The Skipper assured him.
Heading back out to the table, the Skipper told the others that Gilligan was resting. Wondering what was going on with the boy, the Professor assured the Skipper he would check him over in the morning if he wasn't feeling better. Thanking him, the group ate the rest of their dinner in silence all worried over the boy. Once night had come, the Skipper entered into the hut noticing Gilligan was still sleeping. Touching his forehead, the Skipper was relieved to find his fever had lessened hoping it would be gone by morning. Getting into the bottom hammock, the Skipper took off his hat placing it over his eyes as he went to sleep.
Hearing a noise, the Skipper woke up pulling his hat off his face. Not able to see anything, he knew it had to be sometime in the middle of the night. Once his eyes adjusted some, the Skipper looked up at the top hammock noticing it was empty. Looking around the hut, he spotted a figure huddled in the corner.
Sitting up, he called out, "Gilligan? Is that you?"
Getting a reply, the Skipper was surprised that the voice answering back was that of a child instead of an adult, "Please turn on the light. I'm scared of the dark."
Getting up, he grabbed the lantern finding a match to light it. Once it was light, the Skipper sat it on the table as it lite up the whole hut. Looking over in the corner, the Skipper spotted a small boy wrapped in the clothes of Gilligan. Looking at the boy closely, the Skipper realized the boy was Gilligan. Unsure what had happened, the Skipper moved closer to the boy only for the boy to fold in on himself more. Realizing Gilligan didn't seem to remember him, the Skipper knew he would have to gain his trust first.
"Your name's Gilligan" The Skipper stated.
Gilligan looked up wide eyes, "How did you know my name? Only mama and daddy know my name."
The Skipper thought for a moment before smiling, "Well I'm the captain and you're on our island so it's my job to know everyone's name."
Gilligan's eyes went wider, "You're a captain! I've always wanted to meet a captain and get on an island."
"Well my little buddy, your dreams have come true. Now let's go see the Professor and have you checked out."
"A professor?"
"Yes, if you're going to be my first mate, you have to be healthy."
Gilligan nodded trying to get up but found it hard to move in the giant clothes. Deciding it would be more helpful, the Skipper grabbed Gilligan under his arms picking him up. Placing him on his hip, the Skipper grabbed the lantern before heading out of their hut. Walking over to the Professor's hut, the Skipper came in knowing he hated to wake the man up, but knew he didn't want to wait until morning. Sitting Gilligan down in the chair, the Skipper left the lantern beside him so that he would be able to see. Moving over to the Professor, the Skipper began shaking the man.
"Professor, wake up." The Skipper shook him.
"Hmm?" The Professor moaned slowly opening his eyes, "Skipper? What's wrong?"
"Professor, something's happened to Gilligan. I woke up a little while ago and found Gilligan gone."
"He probably went to the bathroom. Just go back to sleep Skipper."
"No you don't understand, he's a child." The Skipper stated pointing over to the boy still wrapped in Gilligan's clothes.
The Professor sat up rubbing the sleep from his eyes staring at the small boy. Getting up, the Professor moved towards Gilligan only for him to get up moving over to the Skipper. Turning towards the Skipper, the Professor stayed where he was looking over the boy. Staring into the boy's eyes, the Professor felt his eyes getting bigger as he realized the Skipper was telling him the truth.
"How did this...?" The Professor looked at the boy.
Skipper shook his head, "I don't know, I just woke up to find him huddled in the corner of our hut."
Professor looked down at the boy, "I assume he doesn't remember any of us?"
"No he didn't know who I was. He only came with me when I told him I was a captain and he was on an island. I don't even know how old he is." Skipper stated.
Professor nodded, "I would say he looks to be about six years old."
Gilligan moved in front of Skipper, "I'm not six, I just turned eight!"
"I'm sorry Gilligan," Professor smiled looking back towards the Skipper, "How about you take him back to the hut with you. Then in the morning once everyone is awake, we will break the news to them. Until I can figure this out, I'm afraid Gilligan is stuck like that."
Skipper gulped nodding, "Alright Professor, I'm just worried how the girls and the Howells are going to take the news."
"We will break the news to them in the morning." Professor smiled down at Gilligan who was yawning.
Skipper smiled picking him up in his arms placing him against his chest. Gilligan leaned his head against the Skipper's shoulder as the Skipper bid farewell to the Professor. Heading back to his hut, Skipper looked up at the sky knowing it wouldn't be light for at least five more hours. Getting back into his hut, the Skipper laid Gilligan down into the top hammock surprised that he was already asleep. Placing the covers over him, Skipper laid back down in his hammock. Drifting off to sleep, Skipper found he would awake every time Gilligan would stir above him. Once morning arrived, the Skipper awoke to Gilligan peaking over the hammock looking down at him.
Getting up, the Skipper stretched before picking up Gilligan placing him on the ground. Realizing he would have trouble walking in the oversized clothes, Skipper noticed the shirt could be used for a gown, the Skipper had Gilligan remove his pants, before he rolled up the sleeves of the shirt far enough so his hands were sticking out.
"After we break the news to the others, I'll see if Mary Ann can fix you some clothes to wear." Skipper stated.
Gilligan just nodded reaching out to hold Skippers hand. Smiling, Skipper led Gilligan out of the hut going over to the table where the others were waiting for breakfast. Gilligan spotting all the people hid behind the Skipper afraid of them. Skipper feeling Gilligan against the back of his legs sighed knowing the younger Gilligan was shyer than his adult self. The others spotting Skipper waved him over to the table.
"You're just on time Skipper, breakfast is ready." Mary Ann smiled looking around, "Is Gilligan still sick? Should I go put him some food back?"
Skipper pulled off his cap holding it in his hands, "Well you see he's not sick anymore. He did have a rough night last night though."
Mrs. Howell spoke up, "If he needs help, I'm sure Thurston has something to fix him up."
"Quite right Lovey." Thurston replied.
"No I don't think anyone can help with this." Skipper replied.
Ginger looked up puzzled, "What do you mean Skipper?"
Deciding to show them instead of trying to explain, Skipper stepped sideways revealing Gilligan behind his legs. Everyone stared at the little boy behind the Skipper before they realized it was their friend Gilligan. Both girls sat down staring at the boy as the Howell's did the same. Looking at the four people, Gilligan slowly moved back behind the Skipper following his steps as he moved to the head of the table. As Skipper sat down, he grabbed Gilligan pulling him up on his lap so that the others could see him.
"Gilligan, this is Mary Ann, Ginger, Mr. Howell and his wife Mrs. Howell. Say hi to them." Skipper pointed to who was who.
Gilligan waved at them speaking in a low voice, "Hi."
"Good heavens!" Thurston exclaimed, "He's shrunk."
"He's a child. Skipper how did this happen?" Ginger asked.
Skipper shook his head, "I don't know Ginger; I woke in the middle of the night to find him like this."
Mary Ann looked at Gilligan, "How old is he?"
Gilligan looked up at her holding up eight fingers, "I'm eight."
Mrs. Howell smiled, "He is just adorable. Does the Professor know about him?"
"Yes I showed him last night. He's going to try and figure a way to change him back. However he didn't seem very hopeful last night, so Gilligan might be stuck like this. Oh Mary Ann can you please sew him some clothes that will fit him?" Skipper asked.
Mary Ann nodded, "Sure Skipper, let me go get my measuring tape so I can get his sizes."
As she left, the Professor came out of his hut joining the others at the table. As he sat down, the Skipper could tell from his face that he hadn't found anything.
"Well Professor?" Thurston asked.
Ginger asked, "Did you find anything?"
Professor shook his head, "Nothing in my medical journals say anything about this. This is got to be something different. Skipper would you give your consent on me examining him? It might help me figure this out more."
Skipper nodded lifting Gilligan off his lap as he stood up taking the boys hand in his. Getting into the Professor's hut, the Skipper lifted Gilligan up onto the table removing the shirt he had on. As Professor grabbed his kit, Gilligan tensed up reaching out for Skipper not feeling comfortable. Assuring him he wasn't going to hurt, the Professor waited until Gilligan relaxed some before moving closer. Coming over to him, the Skipper held his hand letting him know everything was going to be alright. Once the examination was over, the Skipper placed Gilligan's shirt back on putting him on the floor just as Mary Ann came in with her measuring tape. Unsure what she had in her hands, Gilligan ran behind Skipper afraid of what she was going to do.
"Gilligan, Mary Ann just needs to measure you so she can make some clothes." Skipper assured him.
"No I don't want her to." Gilligan shook his head.
"It's not going to hurt." Professor told him.
"No." Gilligan shook his head again.
The Skipper sighed unsure of why Gilligan was so shy. Looking up to Mary Ann, the Skipper reached for the tape before kneeling down in front of Gilligan. Getting the measurements himself, Skipper gave them off to Mary Ann who left the hut. Once she was gone, the Skipper took Gilligan's hand leaving the Professor with notes he was writing down. Getting out of the hut, Skipper noticed the others had already ate breakfast but noticed there were two plates waiting for them. Bringing Gilligan over to the table, the Skipper helped him up in one of the chairs as they began eating. Once it was done, Skipper looked over to Gilligan who was looking around.
"Well my first mate, would you like a tour of our island?" Skipper asked.
Gilligan perked up, "Yes sir."
"Let's go then." Skipper smiled.
Starting to head into the woods, the Skipper looked down realizing Gilligan had no shoes to wear to keep his feet safe. Deciding the lagoon would be the safest place to start with, the Skipper led him down there making sure the path was clear of rocks and sticks. Getting down there, the Skipper smiled as Gilligan's eyes lit up at the sight of everything. As the Skipper sat down on a fallen tree, he watched Gilligan playing in the water and in the sand. While Gilligan played, the Professor came onto the lagoon going over to the Skipper. Pulling him away, the Skipper made sure he could still see Gilligan.
"What did you find out Professor?"
The Professor shook his head, "I'm sorry Skipper; everything just tells me that Gilligan is a healthy eight year old boy. None of my experiments would change him back but I'm going keep searching. For now we will have to adjust to him the way he is."
The Skipper sighed, "It's going take me a while Professor. He's shyer than Gilligan is."
Gilligan came over to the Skipper tugging on his shirt, "Look what I found. It's a sea shell. There's a lot of fish in the water also, many colors."
Professor chuckled, "I think once he gets over being shy, then I'm sure he will be just like one that we know."
The Skipper knelt down looking at the shell, "Yes it's very pretty. What are you going to do with it?"
"I...I want to give it to that lady." Gilligan stated.
"Which lady Gilligan?" Skipper asked.
"The one making me clothes."
"You're talking about Mary Ann Gilligan." Professor stated.
Gilligan nodded before he left them going back to where the water was looking for some more shells. The Professor and Skipper sat watching him most of the day before they decided it was time to return back to the others. Going back to their hut, the Skipper found clothes laid out on their hammock. Letting Gilligan pick out a shirt and pants, the Skipper helped him get dressed glad to find they fit him perfectly. Taking him to the water trough, the Skipper let him whip off his hands before they went to the table ready for dinner. As Mary Ann was bringing the food over, she smiled at Gilligan glad to see the clothes fit. Once the group had set down ready to eat, Gilligan took his presents out of the Skippers pocket going over to them.
"Thank...thank you for making my clothes. I got this at the lagoon with the captain and I wanted to give it to you." Gilligan handed the shell to Mary Ann.
"Oh it's lovely thank you Gilligan." Mary Ann took it kissing him on the forehead.
Blushing slightly, Gilligan moved over to Ginger giving her one as well, "Thank you Gilligan."
"You welcome." Gilligan smiled moving over to Mrs. Howell, "I have one for you also."
Mrs. Howell looked at the shell unable to stop herself from hugging the boy, "Thank you, I will cherish it."
Professor smiled, "That was very nice of you Gilligan."
"Yes you are a nice little gentleman." Mr. Howell spoke.
Once dinner was over, everyone sat around the table telling Gilligan stories before it got too dark to see anything. Knowing Gilligan didn't like the dark, the Skipper picked him up in his arms taking him into their hut making sure the lantern stayed on. Helping Gilligan put on the pajamas that Mary Ann made him, the Skipper than helped him into his hammock pulling the cover up. Making sure he was comfortable, the Skipper turned the lantern down some before laying in his own hammock drifting off to sleep.
Gilligan stood in front of his father looking down at his shoes. His brother and sister had broken another window and blamed it on him. Since he was the youngest, Gilligan always got blamed and his father never believed his side of the story.
Being yanked up, Gilligan let out a gasp as his father brought him up to his eye level, "You better look at me when I'm talking! Now why did you break that window?!"
"I didn't daddy...I promise. Please don't hit me..." Gilligan pleaded.
Throwing him down, Gilligan's father pulled off his belt moving towards him. Instantly Gilligan began backing away screaming as his father began hitting him all over. Putting his hands up to protect him did nothing.
"No...No...No!" Gilligan cried out in his sleep waking the Skipper.
On his feet in seconds, the Skipper stood over his little buddy grabbing onto his shoulders trying to wake him from the nightmare, "Little buddy wake up, your safe."
"No daddy...stop...I didn't...Nooo!" Gilligan screamed sitting up in his hammock before spotting Skipper grabbing onto his chest.
Feeling him sobbing in his shirt, the Skipper pulled him out of the hammock laying down in his own, with Gilligan on his chest. Rubbing his back, the Skipper waited until Gilligan's sobs had calmed down enough for him to talk.
"Little buddy, do you want to tell me about it?" Skipper asked knowing he wasn't going to force him.
Gilligan hesitated before nodding, "My...my brother and sister, they broke a window. I was blamed and my dad always believed them not me. He...he took off his belt...and hit me...he always hits me...don't let him captain..."
"Shhhh little buddy, your dads not here to hurt you any." Skipper rubbed his back soothing him.
Gilligan looked at him with pleading eyes, "You promise?"
"Yes I promise, he won't come to our island."
Gilligan nodded laying back against Skipper still crying some but soon he calmed down. Feeling him relax against his chest, the Skipper realized he had fallen back to sleep. Deciding not to put him back in his hammock, the Skipper kept an arm around him as he fell asleep. Waking up in the morning, the Skipper started to get up before he remembered Gilligan was still on top of him. Noticing the boy was still asleep, Skipper slowly started to slide out of his hammock leaving Gilligan in it. Placing his blanket over him, the Skipper stretched going out of the hut surprised to find the others already awake and sitting at the table.
"Hey Skipper, where is little Gilligan this morning?" Ginger asked.
"He's still asleep, and I didn't have the heart to wake him." Skipper stated.
Professor looked at him, "What's wrong Skipper?"
"He woke up last night screaming. He was being beat by his father for something he didn't do." Skipper explained.
"Oh no." Mary Ann covered her mouth.
"It was just a nightmare Skipper." Professor replied.
"No Professor it wasn't. Gilligan was abused by his father growing up. I found out from his mom when we were leaving the Navy. His father drank a lot and always went after Gilligan. I'm afraid it wasn't a dream but a memory."
"Good heavens." Thurston gasped.
Mrs. Howell shook her head, "That poor boy. Is there something we can do?"
"You know I was in a movie once with a situation like this. What they did was a couple adopted the boy. I know we don't have an official document, but we could adopt him anyway." Ginger suggested.
Professor nodded, "That's a great idea Ginger. I think it might help Gilligan, cheer him up. Plus if I can't find a way to change him back, then we will just have to start raising him like our own anyway."
The castaways all agreed deciding one of them would take him around the island while the others got everything ready for that evening. Wondering who was going take him, Skipper suggested they let Gilligan choose when he woke up. Agreeing they didn't have to wait long before Gilligan came out of the hut rubbing the sleep from his eyes going straight to the Skipper climbing on his lap. As Mary Ann gave him his plate of food, all watched as Gilligan ate like he hadn't had a good meal in a long time. Once he had finished eating, Gilligan looked around the table, getting more comfortable being around the others. Noticing this, the Skipper was glad to know he was starting to come out of his shell.
"Gilligan today is just going to be for you. You get to pick who you want to spend the whole day with." Skipper told him.
"Really?" Gilligan asked.
"Yes, really. Now who would you like to go with today?" Skipper asked pointing to the entire group.
"What if they get mad?" Gilligan questioned.
Mary Ann knelt in front of him, "We won't get mad at you Gilligan. You will have plenty of time to spend with each of us. Today is just the start."
"Can I spend it with the Skipper?" Gilligan asked looking up at the Skipper.
Skipper nodded, "If that's what you want, then we will do that."
Gilligan nodded smiling as he hoped off the Skippers lap taking his hand looking up at him. The others knowing they had jobs to do left knowing they would wait until the Skipper took Gilligan away before they started the celebration for that night. Walking down to the lagoon, Gilligan watched the fish before coming over to the Skipper.
"Skipper?"
"Yes little buddy?"
"Hmm can I...I mean us..." Gilligan looked down kicking the sand.
Skipper knelt down in front of him, "What do you want to ask Gilligan? Don't be afraid to ask me."
"Can we go fishing?"
"Of course little buddy. How about you dig in the dirt get us some worms and I'll go get our poles."
Gilligan nodded going over to a spot in the dirt starting to dig for worms. Skipper not able to hide his smile left going back to their hut grabbing the two poles and a bucket to keep the fish in. Getting back to the lagoon, Skipper smiled finding Gilligan had found at least ten worms already and was still searching. Handing him his fishing pole, Gilligan looked at it before realizing he didn't know how to bait it. Bending down on one knee, Skipper took the pole before showing Gilligan how to put the worm on the hook. Handing him the pole, the Skipper helped Gilligan cast out his line into the water. Baiting his own hook, the Skipper cast his line out before sitting down next to Gilligan.
As the day went on, Skipper made sure he let Gilligan catch most of the fish. Around lunchtime, Skipper took the fish they had caught back to camp giving them to Mary Ann so that they would be ready when the time came. Grabbing some fruit, Skipper went back to the lagoon where they spent the rest of the afternoon fishing but throwing back ones they caught. Deciding it was time to head back; Skipper took Gilligan's hand leading him back to camp. Halfway back, Skipper stopped realizing they had left their fishing poles at the lagoon.
"Gilligan little buddy, would you mind running back to the lagoon and getting out fishing poles?" Skipper asked.
Gilligan nodded, "Sure Skipper."
Watching him run off, Skipper raced back to the camp glad to see the table had been decorated as well as a fire going. The others were around the table waiting for Gilligan to appear. Explaining that he had forgotten their fishing poles, Skipper stated he had Gilligan go get them so he wouldn't return at once. Noticing a paper on the table, Skipper looked it over realizing it looked almost like adoption papers. Realizing the Professor must have written them out, Skipper smiled hoping Gilligan would enjoy the afternoon.
Hearing Gilligan coming through the trees, the group surrounded the table waiting for Gilligan to appear. As he came out, all the castaways yelled, "Surprise!"
Gilligan stood there a moment before coming over to the table looking at the fish and juice, "Is this all for me?"
"Yes it is a little surprise just for you." Mary Ann nodded.
"Why?" Gilligan questioned.
Thurston sat down in front of the boy, "Because we all care for you and this is our way of showing it."
"Now come sit down and we will eat. Then we have a couple more surprises for you." Professor stated patting the empty chair at the head of the table.
Coming over to the chair, Gilligan got up on it sitting up on his knees so he could see over the table. Once everyone sat down, they began to eat knowing afterwards was when they would bring up the idea of adoption to Gilligan. While Gilligan continued to eat his fish, Ginger helped Mary Ann clear away the table as the Professor grabbed the papers handing them to each of the castaways. Pushing away his plate, Gilligan started to get down but was stopped by the Skipper.
"Gilligan, you know how I told you that your father would never come here?" Skipper asked waiting until he nodded, "Well it's because nobody knows we are here on the island and we can't get off. For that reason, we each have talked and would like to adopt you as part of our family, if you would like that."
Gilligan looked up at all of them, "Everyone would be my family."
"Yes everyone my boy." Mrs. Howell smiled.
Professor came over showing him the paper, "This paper says that we each will adopt you however you would like us to. If you want us to be your father, aunt, uncle; you just write it down on here and give them back to me."
Gilligan nodded taking the pencil from the Professor along with the papers. After the Professor showed him where to write on the paper, the others sat and waited until Gilligan was finished. Looking over each paper making sure they were right, Gilligan handed them back to the Professor waiting to see what happened next.
Standing up the Professor looked down at the first sheet, "I'm going do this one by one so when your name is called, please stand up and come over beside Gilligan so you can sign the adoption. Ginger Grant."