The Skipper went back to the hold, leaving Gilligan in charge. He turned back to the passengers nervously, not sure what to do exactly. They were all staring at him, he wasn't used to having so many people staring.

"Uh . . . I guess we get on with the tour."

Everybody murmured agreements, and took up from where they left off.

"Well . . . Right now we're . . . uh . . . I need to do something real quick." He turned away, eying the anchor. He made sure it was tied (from BOTH ends), and threw it in.

He turned around and rounded the corner, unknowing the knot that had been holding the anchor to the rope was a granny's knot. It slipped off when a fish bumped into it, letting the ship drift. Nobody was aware of this but the fish.

"Alright, we're good. If you really wanna see something cool, spit over the edge, and you can see the ripples from the spit even though the waves are moving!" He spit into the ocean, and turned around. "If you want to, you can. But we need to get back to the tour."

Everybody looked at each other awkwardly and reluctantly spit over the side of the boat. Mr. Howell turned to his wife, "You have a little spit dribbling on your chin, dear. I hope you're enjoying the tour."

He went into the hold, leaving his grinning wife. "I've never felt so alive, taking such risks!" (she wiped the dribble off her chin) "In front of other people, too!" Her grin faded, "In front of other people, too! Oh!" She blushed deeply and joined her husband.

The remaining three passengers kept quiet.

"I guess they had to go. No one else needs to? Alright. Here, if you look to your left, are five foot wa—" He was hit with a wave, that surprisingly didn't hit anybody else. "—ves."

"Gilligan, I think maybe we should go inside? I mean, my agent said that salt water was bad for my hair. I don't want to ruin anything for my next movie!"

"No, it's fine Gin—" he was hit again, this time the wave splattered at the passengers' feet, "ger. Your hair will be fine, nothing's gonna harm it." Lightening struck in the water right next to The Minnow, rocking it back and forth.

Gilligan jumped, and yelled as he ran into the hold, "Just in case, let's go inside!"

Everyone was inside now, entertaining themselves. Gilligan was unknowingly the source of their laughter. "-And the Skipper didn't even see it, though I did warn him afterwards. But before that, he fell over the anchor, overboard, and into the raft at the bottom. The rope snapped when he landed in it, and it tipped into the ocean. I had to do dishes for a whole week, even though I warned him about it!"

"Oh, Gilligan," Mary Ann patted his knee, "Maybe he punished you because you warned him after the accident?"

"Oh yeah." He looked down, "That may have had something to do with it . . ." They all laughed with pity and amusement.

When everyone finally spread out, the Professor went over to Gilligan, who was watching the storm out the porthole. "I see that storm hasn't let up."

"Yeah. And it hasn't stopped raining."

He ignored that, "Shouldn't you be out there helping the Skipper?"

"Why? I don't—BAH!" The Skipper suddenly slapped his hand on the window frame outside, squinting from the rain that was pouring in his eyes.

"GILLIGAN! I WOULD APPRECIATE SOME HELP OUT HERE!"

"Yes sir!" He started to run outside, but stopped at the door, "Professor, you seem pretty smart. If you're responsible, you're in charge. If Ginger's up for it, can you entertain everybody else? Mr. and Mrs. Howell, maybe help out too? And Mary Ann? All of you, entertain everybody else while I help the Skipper." He ran out, but came back in, "Sit tight, I'll be right back." He ran back out, but came in a second later, "But if you think maybe I'm on trouble or anything, maybe check on me?"

He ran back out. The Professor turned to everybody. "I think we need to –"

Gilligan ran back in, "Even if it's only been a few seconds, and you even think that something's wrong, come out and check on me." He shut the door.

"I think we need to-"

"Even if you don't think that anything's wrong with me, something may have happened to the Skipper."

"I think we-"

"Wait until I've gone outside, Professor." Gilligan ran back outside, shutting the door.

"I think we need to—" He turned around, waiting for a second. The door didn't open. "Alright. I think we need to-"

"It's fine, the Skipper had it." Gilligan came back in casually.

The Professor stuttered a little, and clenched his fist in front of his face, shaking it back and forth.

"Oy, Ginger. I don't know if I should ask him about my stuttering if he has it too."

Everybody laughed nervously.

The Professor turned to Gilligan, clamping his hand over his mouth. "I think we need to get against the walls. It'll help with the rocking."

"I know. The Skipper told me to have you all do that in case of a storm. I was about to say that when I got back in." He turned to everybody else, "Everybody, get a seat and put it against the wall! I can help if you need me to."

The Skipper came in at that moment, "Gilligan, can you come out here for a second?"

"Sure. Professor, you're in charge. Remember, if you even think I'm-"

"C'mon!" Skipper grabbed him, dragging the poor man outside to the anchor by the shirt collar. He let go, thrusting Gilligan to the rope with seething anger.

"What? Why are you so mad? And where's Honolulu?" They were surrounded by only the sea—The Minnow had drifted.

"Pull up the anchor!" He shouted.

Gilligan winced, jumping right to it. Pulling the whole thing took a couple of minutes, but eventually he got to the end. He looked like he was straining to pull it up, even shutting his eyes and grunting as he was pulling.

He grabbed the last bit of the rope, and, not knowing that it had ended, continued grabbing thin air until the Skipper nudged him. Gilligan opened his eyes, looking down at the end of the rope with disbelieving eyes.

"But the anchor was tied when I dropped it in! From BOTH ends!"

"WELL APPARENTLY IT WASN'T!" He bellowed.

"I TIED IT FROM BOTH ENDS! I CHECKED IT SIX TIMES BEFORE WE LEFT!"

"WELL, WHY WASN'T THERE A SEVENTH?"

"BECAUSE WE WERE LEAVING!"

"WELL, SOMETHING CAUSED IT TO UNTIE!"

"WHY ARE WE YELLING?"

"BECAUSE I'M FURIOUS WITH YOU!"

"YOU CAN JUST speak like this, I CAN HEAR YOU PERFECTLY, WHETHER YOU'RE MAD OR NOT!"

The Skipper sighed. "Well, if you didn't do it, I guess something ran into it from underwater. Gee little buddy, I'm sorry for yelling at you."

They shook hands.

"But now we need to steer this ship back to the islands."

"Agreed, Skipper." Gilligan started bobbing his head up and down.

"I mean, we don't want anybody to get hurt! Especially with three celebrities onboard!"

"Agreed, Skipper."

"We need to get to the mast, Little Buddy. Fix that first."

"Agreed, Skipper."

"We can't let anyone get hurt on our ship."

"Agreed, Skipper."

"They might sue us!"

"Agreed, Skipper."

"It almost hurts just standing out here in this pouring rain!"

"It hurts me very much, Skipper." Gilligan turned around, revealing his shirt torn and bruises along his back.

"Jeez—Gilligan! Get a-"

"I'm fine Skipper."

"Doesn't it hurt you?"

"You may not see this Skipper, but I'm actually crying."

"GET INSIDE! THAT'S AN ORDER NOW! HAVE THE GIRLS FIX THAT UP!"

No argument there.

This was meant to be a one-shot. Like, just them meeting, and getting on the boat, and that was it.

Oh well. I'm having too much fun to turn back now. Part three's coming up to theaters soon! Wait—sorry, just to this story.