Author's notes…. As always, the original copyright holders retain their rights, and this is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of the readers. Comments and reviews are always welcome, as long as they bear in mind that I am not a perfect typist, do not always get timelines right, muddle items from manga and anime without regard for canon, and have other personal quirks like my low sense of humour. I plan on staying on the ecchi side of things, but these last few entries are definitely mature in outlook.

I've been reading a pile of Ah My Goddess stores, done by zeroIQ, worthy of a read if you have a week or two, maybe a month... Unfortunately, that triggered a mind worm when thinking about AMG bled over into reading one of the Gilligan stories by amythis (the "Granted" series and "Gilligan's Bunch on Brady's Island". For those AMG fanatics, we are NOT (emphasis only) going to deal with the Three Norns but with one of the other goddesses who gets dragged into the choas that is the Goddess Assistance Hotline and their number gets called when Yggdrasil coughs up with Gilligan's name. Not a fuill cross-over but will involve the precepts of AMG to setup the story line.

I also encourage reviews and discussion of points, even suggestions of plot elements. However, I really ask that you post your review after logging in so that I can reply to you. The use of "guest" reviews (even if you put in your login id) will generally get tossed in the digital garbage bin. I've been trolled one too many times.

- Three Hour Tour...-

Gilligan was tramping along the path that wound down the cliff face to the scrap of beach on the western side of the island, trying to keep his balance as he juggled the small duffle bag of tools from the Minnow and tried to avoid the tree roots sticking out of the ground. What he was glad for was that the storm the previous night had not completely washed out the pathway from the clifftop to the beach, saving him hours of searching and finding a new path, not counting the time and effort spent chopping thrpugh tangled undergrowth.

Gilligan was concentrating on not stepping on roots when he failed to see the thin root stretching across the edge of the next step. It hooked over his toes and stopped his foot from going fowrard as intended. Already beyond the point of no return, he fell forward and smashed his head against a rock sticking out and then crashed down the path, bouncing of rocks and trees as he careened down the the path took a right-hand turn, he went straing ahead, over the lip of the last cliff section, headed face-first for the rocks below at the edge of the beach.

With inches to spare, something grabbed one of his ankles and yanked him up from the rock that he was about to smash into.

"Oh, my! It looks like I got here just in time," came the female voice behind him. He twisted around and saw that a young lady, looking to be even shortly than Mary Ann, was holding him up with one hand, while the other hand was clenched around a massive halberd that practically glowed by itself.

She looked down at him and smiled. "Give me a minute to get you down safely and to look at the wound that you have, and I'll explain everything."

Gilligan swallowed and tried to nod when the two of them turned and dropped off of the edge of the boulder, landing softly on the sandy beach in front of one of the containers located there.

Sticking the butt of the halberd deep into the beach, she reached around grabbed Gilligan's shoulder (fortunately the less bruised one) and then let go with her other hand, causing Gilligan to spin around and to wind up in a vertical position the right way up and feet just brushing the sand.

She lowered her hand and him until Gilligan was now standing and then guided him so his back was against the container. "Sit!" she said and she guided him into a sitting position and then took a good look a the wound just below his hairline, now drooling blood down his face.

"Nasty," she murmured, then pulled a handkerchief from some pocket or another, exactly where Gilligan did not really see. Flipped it around, she folded into a rough compress then placed it over the wound, then pulled the hand on that side and placed it over the handkerchief and said, "hold it firmly but don't put much pressure. Won't take a minute more as I know there's a first aid kit in there." as her eyes flicked to the container that they were leaning against.

She stood and tromped to the end of the container and looked hard at it. Then tramped to the other end of the container.

Sighing, Gilligan spoke. "The doors are on the end you looked at first."

She tromped back and then started pulling at the handles. Gilligan called out. "Handles come up and then swing out, and then you can pull the doors open, but one door does overlap the other so you have to open that side first. That container has locks on the handles so you have to break them or cut the loop to get the handle free. Unless you happen to be able to pick the locks or have the keys to unlock them."

The sounds of rattling and then of locks smacking against the container doors showed that she'd realized that the doors were indeed locked.

She came tramping around the edge of the container and then grabbed her halberd out of the ground and started tramping back the way that she had just come from.

She looked at him and whispered, "not one word about this, right?"

Gilligan tried nodding and then winced in pain, stopping her. "Definitely not one word from me."

She nodded and then went around the end of the container. A couple of moments went by and there was a sudden shout of "Hyah!" followed by the sound of metal striking metal twice, followed by the sound of something thudding into the sand, probably the locks.

She stepped back out and then rammed her halberd back into the sand, glared at Gilligan and then went back to the side of the container, the sounds of the handles moving and the latches releasing, and the grating sound as first one door and then another were opened outwards, pushing up a wave of sand ahead of them. This was followed by the sounds of grunting and boxes and packages hitting the sand, some of which flew some distance before actually hitting the sand.

Gilligan started as he caught the sight of his rescuer lugging a large and obviously heavy box around the now-opened door and dropped it on the sand a short distance from Gilligan. She glared at Gilligan as he figured out the obvious.

"You have to cut open the box. lightly down the centerline on the long dimension, and then across the other pieces of tape sealing the box shut."

She glared at him, then at the top of the box, sighed and proceeded to pull a large knife from that same hidden pocket that the handkerchief had come from, and then felt the top of the box, noting the seam between the two sheets, and then slipping the knife through the tap from side to side, followed by pulling of one of the pieces of cardboard forming the top and then slipping the knife along the tape there, releasing the lid of the box.

Pulling the box fully open, she started and then stared into the box.

Gilligan sighed. "You're definitely not from around here. Reach in and pull out one of the packages. It will be wrapped in clear film. Use the knife to cut the film and unwrap the box. There should be catches on the front of the box. Flip them up and you can open the box. All of the bandages and gauze pads are sealed in separate packages to keep everything clean until they need to be used. There is also a roll of tape and small scissors for cutting the tape and bandages. However, you'd better hurry up as I'm starting to feel faint, which means that I'm losing blood or going into shock. Neither is going to be good for me unless you can close the wound long enough to get me to the Professor, hopefully in time."

The young lady sighed. "I'm sorry about this but you definitely won't die. That I'm sure of but you do need that wound treated until you can reach the 'Professor" as you call him."

She grabbed a couple of packages and then squatted down beside him, and pulled a water bottle from the same hidden pocket as the other items had come from and poured some of its contents unto one of the gauze pads, pulled his hand and the now-bloody handkerchief from the wound, quickly swapped the blood from his face and then put the pad and his hand back over the wound, noting his hand automatically putting pressure on the wound with minimal blood flow. She opened another pad and held it over his hand. "Switch pads," she said.

Gilligan quickly moved his hand aside, taking the first pad with it and letting it fall to the ground. She immediately placed the fresh pad over the wound and Gilligan had his hand guided into the final position and applied pressure once again.

"Good," she said. "One more pad and I can put a bandage around your head so that you don't have to hold it in place, though you should keep the pressure on for a while."

This procedure took a couple of minutes, resulting in Gilligan getting some quick swallows from the water bottle before he got his face washed clear of blood.

Gilligan sighed and looked at the young lady in question. "You were going to explain everything."

She placed the first aid kit back with the others still in the box and then stood up and leaned against the boulder and crossed her arms. "Do you want the quick answers or the traditional greeting?"

Gilligan snickered and then flinched at the pull from the cut on his forehead. "I'm a believer in tradition. Let's start with the traditional greeting and then we can talk further."

Nodding, she stood up and bowed to him.

"Greetings, Gilligan or Gil Egan. I am Lind, a Licensed Goddess, First Class, Special Duty, Unlimited, currently assigned to temporary duty at the Goddess Assistance Hotline. Heaven through Yggdrasil has seen your dispair and your misfortune, whose fortune is out of balance, and given their actions such as fortitude in facing misfortune, kindness in sympathizing with others, has deemed you worthy of receiving Heaven's boon. Each person Yggdrasil chooses is granted one wish which can be anything that person desires, up to and including the destruction of the Earth."

Gilligan nodded the knew that he was going to have asked the obvious. "So has anyone ever asked for the destruction of the Earth?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "Those whose despair and misfortune have driven them to wish for that would not have been selected." She paused and thought about it then shrugged. "You must admit, it does sound good."

Gilligan tried chuckling but it hurt too much. "I've noticed something, you keep glaring at the box of first aid kits and the container. Have you got a beef with them in general or in particular?"

She looked at him and made a HUMPF! sound. "Are you all on Midgard so focused on having everything wrapped up and locked and sealed? Don't you trust anyone?"

Gilligan tried chuckling again. "Looks that way. However, these container that you see around here were on their way at least half-way around the world and across quite a few national borders but nowhere near here. If the containers weren't locked and sealed, people would be able to add or remove items. If things weren't packaged the way they are, it would be easy to have things shift, and people would have no way of knowing if the package had been opened or not, especially first aid kits where everything has to be clean and sanitary. Definitely don't want to have contaminated pads put on top of open sores and wounds. Boxes are packed to capacity so thing don't shift during the trip and are easy to handle at the source or destination. Now, these containers are also victims of misfortune, as they wound up in the ocean falling from the ships that they were travelling on, and the people who sent them or are supposed to receive them are also in for misfortune when the container does not arrive at its destination, and the insurance companies are in for misfortune as they have to pay out for the containers and the contents of them. Speaking of misfortune, how did you know that there were first aid kits in this container?"

"I felt their purpose and went straight to them. It was unfortunate that they were packed well within the container and the other packages had to be removed before I could reach a box. I hope that the other boxes weren't important. Were they?"

Gilligan shrugged. "That's why we're looking into them. Their misfortune is that they fell off of whatever ship was carrying them, and but fortunate enough in that they were light enough to float, and they were in the right place for the wind and currents to push them towards this island, and then past the reef and then unto the beach. Takes a powerful storm for them to clear the reef and wind up on the beach. Since we've been on the island, we've had maybe five containers drift in, mostly unusable stuff. I thought that I'd counted maybe twenty containers on the beach or stuck on the reef. The first aid kits are a gold mine, so this one is a winner regardless of whatever else is in there."

Lind looked at Gilligan. "Have you thought about what you want as your wish? Most people are able to say what it is that they want."

Gilligan shrugged. "Too new to all this and my head hurts like the very devil. Do I have to make one now or can I hold off for a while? Also, is this wish just for me or could it include everyone else on the island?"

Lind nodded. "No, this can wait for a while. However, circumstances can change without the wish being fulfilled and may render you unsuitable for receiving the wish. The wish has to be specific to you but can involve everyone else. For instance, a wish that you all would be rescued may or may not work, but one that the island would be discovered would be likely. Problem is, that you get one shot at what you wish for with no do-overs. The more specific you make the wish impacts the scope of the wish. As things stand right now, a week's delay may not change things too much."

Gilligan laughed then winced at the pain from the cut. "You obviously have not seen much of what happens on this island."

Lind smiled. "I've reviewed the files before I came and even then, I was cutting the corners on getting here in time as your change of status came in out of the blue and with no warning. Indications from Yggdrasil are that no major changes are expected but your status changed to Mortal Danger. However, my arriving here may have changed things, especially since I saved your life and opened a container and spread its contents all over the beach. Tell you what, I'm going to let you go for now, and will monitor you for your decision. Just call my name and say that you have made your decision and you must be alone when you do that. No calling my name to prove to the others that I exist, that's not allowed."

Gilligan looked around. "Someone's coming, aren't they, and you're going to put everything back where it came from so no one will believe me?"

Lind shrugged. "Pretty much that. Sorry, but I have to go now." She stepped forward and touched Gilligan's forehead. "Sleep!", she commanded and things faded out for Gilligan at this point.