A/N: I will be updating every Friday! Expect publishing to happen in the evening hours. Enjoy!

"Oh Ginger! I think they're coming back!" Mary Ann held her head by the shabby window.

The three men came loudly stomping through the woods, followed by the two new arrivals, sparking Ginger's attention. "Well if those two didn't have such sad looks, I'd say we'd have twins."

"Twins?" Ginger the one is blond-ish. The other is just so plain."

Ginger raised an eyebrow, "I see potential."

"Well I don't," Mary Ann covered a lid over the stew, "Now that the food is cooking, I think I'll meet these 'twins' of ours."

"Right behind you." Ginger swayed out the door after Mary Ann.

The Skipper greeted them with a bellowing "Hi girls!"

"Hi Skipper."

"Who'd you find?"

The Professor took the advantage to explain, "THis is Eva and Lydia. THey came on a boat to escape and they're able to help us."

"Have any of you seen the Howells?" Skipper asked.

Gilligan jumped, "I was supposed to help Mr. Howell with his golfing today."

"Oh Gilligan, you'd better go get them." Mary Ann hurried him off to the woods.

She left him at his own devices. Most likely to face the wrath of Mr. Howell. The rich man had a terrible temper when his routines were bothered with. Even his wife couldn't calm him.

So now poor Gilligan had to trudge his way to the shabby golf course, just to be shredded to bits by a toddler in a man's body.

The Professor and Skipper strolled off to another hut to begin planning for escape. This left Eva, Lydia, Ginger, and Mary Ann to socialize.

"So…" Ginger gestured for them all to sit, "...What brings you to this horrid paradise?"

Eva sighed having to once more explain their predicament. "We left society for one major reason."

"No men." Lydia crossed her arms.

Ginger exhaled a breathy laugh, "Oh it couldn't be that hard."

"Easy for you to say," Eva tapped her fingers on the table, "You have the looks."

Mary Ann piped in, "You can still get a date with just skill alone."

Lydia whined a bit, "I don't have any!"

This caught Mary Ann off guard. A woman that had absolutely no skill? "Well cooking can't be that bad."

"My last date was with a man, who in ten minutes, developed a headache and had to leave." Eva seemed ashamed of what she described.

Lydia leaned onto the table, "And my last boyfriend left me when we had our first home date. I burned our dinner so badly, firemen had to be called."

The girls remained quiet and baffled. Running the same advice through each of their heads, that these new arrivals could be fixed up a bit. Just as the conversation was losing momentum, the brush began violently rustling. Only to have Gilligan burst through the leaves, followed by Mr. Howell. His wife slowly dragging his clubs behind. "Thurston! Don't pull a muscle!"

"Are they the rich couple?" Lydia whispered to Mary Ann.

"Yes, but don't be startled by his actions. He's actually quite kind."

"Then why is he so cruel to Gilligan?"

Ginger shrugged, "A bad day on the range."

The fancy man kept berating the poor first mate with such harsh words. The Skipper and Professor emerged as the sound of shouting caught their attention. Immediately Skipper threw himself between the Mr. Howell and Gilligan. "Now see here Howell! I'm not going to let you yell at my little buddy!"

"Captain I will let you know, that you indeed shout very much at poor Gilligan."

"Well-" The Skipper paused to think of more to say, "-I'm his Skipper! Only I'm allowed to shout at him!"
"Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" The professor scolded, "We have guests."

Mrs. Howell had already started conversing with the new arrivals. Of course she dropped her husband's golfing clubs in the sand. All attention shifted from the cowering Gilligan to the new girls. He stood up on shaky legs to join the rest.

"You do have keys to the boat, don't you dear?" Mrs. Howell inquired after become somewhat acquainted.

Eva reached into the small handbag she brought with her, "Why yes we do, and I'd like to strike up a deal with all of you.