Gilligan was wary of the sea. Skipper said it was going to be alright, but even the inexperienced boy felt trouble. Skipper had looked pale when he must have spotted something, but what was it? Could have been a sea monster. It made him feel sick that there might be a giant scaly thing lurking in the depths.
"Gilligan! Get making those lunches!" He heard his captain shout at him from the top of the boat.
"Aye aye sir." Gilligan saluted the Skipper with a butter knife.
"Would you like some help with the food?" A small voice scared him.
"Uh, yeah...sure." He shrugged.
When he turned, a tan girl with pig ties in her hair was smiling, "You look like you have a lot of work to do. Where do I start?"
"Gilligan! Stop trying to make the passengers do your work!" The Skipper stamped his foot on the roof of the cabin.
"But I didn't ask her..."
"I don't care, do your work!"
"Oh hush! I volunteered to help. He looks like he has a lot on his plate." The girl giggled a little at the pun.
The Skipper grunted and turned back to his work.
The girl snatched the butter knife out of Gilligan's hands and started making the lunches at an incredible speed.
Gilligan sighed, am I the only sailor who thinks something is going to go wrong?
Thats when he heard it, a tiny rumble in the distance.
Oh no, not today...
