Ginger read the letter again with shaky hands. It contained sweet heartfelt words. Saying she had exquisite features. Enchanting beauty that left the writer breathless. Her voice was that of an angel. She lowered the letter down to her lap thinking. Who would write such things to her? Who would say such wonderful musings about her?
There were four men on the island. Right away she dismissed Mr. Howell. No way he would ever do this to Mrs. Howell. He loved his wife dearly. She saw the way he acted when she and the other two women left to the other side of the island in protest. He could not handle being away from his dear charming Lovey. They had been married for well over twenty years. Thurston Howell III was a faithful husband you can be sure of that.
This left the three single men. Gilligan, Skipper and the Professor.

The redhead could not fathom Gilligan writing this note to her. He wouldn't use these type of words she was sure of it. Besides if he was going to write anyone a letter professing love it would be to Mary Ann. Ginger knew that for a fact. The young sailor could attempt to hide it but she knew. To be truthful Ginger thought it was sweet. Mary Ann and Gilligan would make a cute couple. Yes if that sailor was going to profess love to anyone it was to the girl from Kansas. No question about it.

Her mind turned to the Skipper. Would he write this to her? Ginger thought back to when Mr. Howell had been secretly writing love letters to Mrs. Howell. At first no one knew who the author of the notes was. She and the farm girl were convinced it was the sea captain so they devised a plan to get him to confess. They stood outside his hut and pretended to be fighting about the Skipper. Both saying that he belonged to them and telling the other to back off. The salty sailor was of course delighted by this and came out to speak to the young women. He stated so kindly that he liked them both. Then Mary Ann got huffy and took off. Ginger used her acting talent to convince the Skipper that she would fight anyone for him. Even Mrs. Howell. This is when she learned that the captain did not write the love letters. He did say to her that if he was to write anyone a note it would be her. The movie star gave up the act and shot him a pitiful look saying "Why don't you write me a note Skipper?" before walking off. Did he do this? Did he write her this note? Ginger re-read the words again. They just did not seem like anything the navy man would write.

The only one left was the Professor. Surely he would never write such things! If there was one thing the redhead knew it was that Roy Hinkley was not into all that mushy love stuff. She found that out when he came running to her for help in being romantic. The man knew absolutely nothing about love and romance. He told her about how the girls in his school were all into kissing and hugging. He got a disgusted look on his face. Ginger had quipped Don't knock it until you try it. The Professor declared he was just hopeless and there was no use he was doomed. He would never win over anyone. His world was a scientific one. It did not involve love. The man told her he would discuss ferns and fauna with that stupid Erika. Nothing a girl would want to hear that was for sure. Erika naturally was not interested in that sort of thing. Erika Tiffany Smith. That name conjured up bile in her throat. How dare…Wait where was she? Oh yeah. There was no way the academic would have written this love letter to her. He just couldn't have.

There was only one other possibility. There had to be another man on the island. Was there another man? That Wrongway Feldman had been on the island and they hadn't known it. Maybe there was someone else they were not aware of. Did that mystery person write this to her? Was it possible that this person had been admiring her from afar? Lord knows they had their share of surprise visitors on the island. A man could have come ashore. But why wouldn't he show himself? Was he too shy?

Ginger got up from her bunk and folded the letter. She stuck it in the back of her diary and locked the book. She placed the key in it's hiding spot which was an empty make-up jar. The actress left her hut still thinking about that letter and wondering where it came from and who might have sent it. As she walked she found Mary Ann and Mrs. Howell at the sewing machine. The farm girl was pedaling away while Mrs. Howell carefully sewed a shirt for her husband. Mary Ann looked up and smiled. "Hi Ginger."

"Hi Mary Ann. Hi Mrs. Howell."

"Hello dear." The millionaire wife greeted as she cut the thread from the fabric. "How are things?"

"Oh fine." The starlet replied.

Mary Ann noticed the movies star seemed trouble. "Everything all right?"

"Yes. No. I mean…Well I don't know." Ginger answered. "I'm not sure."

"What's the matter dear?" Mrs. Howell inquired.

Ginger sat down on a bamboo chair. "I…I got a love letter."

The blonde socialite squealed. "Oh a love letter! How romantic!" She gushed.

The farm girl grinned. "How sweet. Who is it from? Anyone we know?"

"I'm not sure." Ginger said. "It wasn't signed. I'm not sure who would have written it."

"What did it say?" Mrs. Howell inquired.

"Well." The starlet began. "It said that my beauty takes their breath away. My voice is that of an angel."

Mary Ann sighed. "How sweet."

Ginger nodded. "It was but I just can't figure out who would write such a letter to me. Do you think it's possible there is another man on this island? You know how Wrongway lived here and we never knew. You think that there could be another that lives here?"

Lovey shook her head. "No I don't think there is another man on this island. I think it's one that we already know."

"Well it couldn't be Mr. Howell." The movie star said quickly. "He would never do that to you Mrs. Howell you can be sure of that."

She smiled. "I know dear. Thurston loves me and has never once strayed. I can tell you for certain he would not write another woman anything professing love."

Mary Ann spoke. "That leaves Gilligan, Skipper and the Professor."

"Gilligan wouldn't write me a love letter." Ginger remarked. "I know he wouldn't. Besides the words used in the letter…they are not words that would ever come from that sailor. They were too deep and personal. That's not Gilligan."

"Oh really." Mary Ann said indignant that Ginger did not think Gilligan was capable of deep romantic thoughts but at the same time glad that Ginger believed the sailor would not write a love letter to her.

"Come on Mary Ann. " The redhead said. "You know that if Gilligan was going to write a love letter it would be to you."

The brunette blushed a little. "Well I…He could…"

Ginger shook her head. "He wouldn't. Trust me. Only you would he write a sweet endearing note to."

"I agree Mary Ann.' Mrs. Howell interjected. "Gilligan is rather smitten with you. I can tell."

"Oh." She said turning a brighter shade of red and secretly feeling happy that Gilligan could possibly have a crush on her. A bright smiled came to her face at the thought of that loveable first mate writing such romantic notions to her…The farm girl then broke out of her revere. "Well then that would leave Skipper and the Professor."

Ginger sighed. "Yes it does but that's the problem. I can't see Skipper using such loving sweet words. It just does not seem like him. To me it would say something a little more…salty I suppose is the word. He is a sailor you know. I would think he would write something more like Hey Baby I think you are quite a gal. Of course I don't know for certain but he just does not strike me as the mushy type that's all."

Lovey threaded the needle of the sewing machine again. "Well then the Professor."

"Yeah I know but he is not into love and romance. He's all logic and science. The Professor is not one who would ever say such words as exquisite features and enchanting beauty. It is just not in him. He told me when that awful Erika Tiffany was here that he did not know a thing about love. He spoke to her about ferns and fauna. The turtles on the island. That sort of thing. Nothing deep and romantic. Which is why I suspect another man to be on this island."

The Professor stood in a distance listening to the conversation and was pleased. So far so good. Ginger suspected nothing. She believe that there was someone else present on their little island. This was better than he had thought it would be. Smiling a bit to himself he approached the three woman. "Hello ladies." He greeted.

"Hello Professor." Ginger said staring at him with wonderment.

"Hello." The other two women replied as they continued on their task of mending Mr. Howell's shirts.

The academic looked at the movie star. "Say Ginger I could certainly use your help."

"Oh?"

"We are running low on a flammable substance for the torches. I need help mixing all the ingredients together."

"Oh sure Professor." Ginger said standing up and straightening out her white SS Minnow dress. "I'll help you."

"Great." He said.

Ginger said her good byes to the other two women and followed the academic to his hut. She found the blue lab coat of his that she always wore. Little did she know that he enjoyed whenever she wore the garment because the scent of her perfume stayed with it. The redhead pulled her hair back and took out the pair of black specs from the pocket of the coat.

The Professor instructed her to wash a bowl carefully and she complied. She walked back over to him and handed it to him. Her eyes watched as he carefully poured the different chemicals. He asked her to hand him of the beakers and she did so. Ginger studied him and was puzzled. Was there more to him than meets the eye? She had no way of knowing. Roy Hinkley was not one to open up much about his life. Except to her. She did recall when they believed their island was going to be destroyed how they had a meaningful talk about their lives. She felt as if she got to know a bit more about him and was only sorry that he got distracted by something and could not continue on the conversation.

"Professor." She began. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." He replied carefully adding another chemical.

"Do you think that we…well we will ever be rescued from this island?"

"I would say it is possible." Was his answer. "Can you please pour this into that large container?" He asked handing a batch of mixed chemicals.

"Sure." She said taking the container. "If we were…what would you do?"

"I suppose I would go back to teaching and working for that research company." The Professor replied.

"I see." Ginger was hesitant to ask the next question but it was killing her. "Anything else? I mean…Professor…did you have…was there anyone…special back home.."

The Professor set a test tube in a rack and turned to her. "Did I have anyone special?"

"Yeah you know…a girl. A sweetheart back home. Did you?"

The academic went back to his work. "Why are you asking such a question?"

"Just curious." The starlet said. "I didn't really have anyone back home. Sure I had a lot admirers but no one who was really special to me. I got love letters all the time from men proclaiming their love for me."

"I don't doubt that." He smiled carefully measuring an ingredient.

"You don't?"

"Of course not." The Professor said. "You are a famous movie star. Of course men would be drawn to you. It's only natural."

"I see." Ginger replied. "Have you ever had admirers?"

"I think this is ready." The scholar said ignoring her question. "Add this to that mixture." He instructed.

The movie star did as she was told. She was puzzled why he did not give her a direct answer but she decided not to press him further. She was certain she was not going to get any answers out of him. The man mostly kept his personal life to himself. Rarely did he speak of his life in Ohio. Whatever the reason she could be certain of one thing. There was no way he wrote that love letter to her. Not a chance.

The pair finished their work up about a half hour later and Ginger retreated to the lagoon. She spotted the Skipper getting ready to cast out a line for some fishing. "Hello." She greeted him.

"Hello there Ginger." He responded with a smile. "Say I'm glad you are here. I could use some help. Would you mind holding the bait for me while I try to catch some dinner."

"Sure I'll be glad to." Ginger said taking the basket of minnows.

The sea captain tossed the line out in the water and it dropped with a plop. Ginger sat down on a rock observing the Skipper. Pondering if he was the type to be romantic and write sweet feelings of love to a woman. How could she find this out?

"Skipper." She began.

"Yes Ginger."

"Have you ever written a love letter to anyone?"

He turned to her. "Have I written a love letter to anyone?"

"Yeah. A letter professing deep feelings. Have you ever done that?"

Skipper was puzzled by this question. "Why do you want to know?"

Ginger thought quickly. "Oh just this book I was reading. This man was madly in love with this woman and he didn't have the courage to tell her so he wrote her these beautiful love letters. I just wondered if you ever did such a thing."

"Well." He said going back to his fishing line. "I was never one to write letters to women. If I was interested I just went up to the young lady and asked if she would…well. I would ask the young lady."

"Did you have a sweetheart back home?" Ginger asked. "Any special lady in your life?"

The navy man chuckled. "I can't say I had one special woman. I had many special ladies."

"Oh I see." The movies star said. "And you never sent them love notes or anything?"

"I'm not really the type of man to do that." Skipper said. "I'm not very good at writing mushy love stuff. I attempted it once with that Erika Tiffany but that did not go well. Granted she was different than most of the women I came in contact with. She had class and style…"

Ginger seethed inwardly to herself. She did not believe that rich snob had an ounce of class or style. She hated that woman. The very idea of her thinking she could just marry..
The movie star shook the thought from her head. "So you were more of a Tom Cat?" Ginger asked with a smile. "Chased women around?"

"Oh well I wouldn't go that far." He said with a laugh. "I wasn't that ruthless. I admit I could have acted in a better manner with some of the young ladies but I was not a total louse."

"I'm sure you weren't." Ginger said.

He got a bite on his line and reeled the fish in. Ginger handed him another minnow and remained silent. Well she could rule out Skipper. He did not write her a love letter that is for sure. If he did it would not have been anything like what she had received. Probably would have been awkward and maybe a bit corny. No he did not write her a love letter.

The Skipper caught a few more fish and he thanked Ginger for her help. He promised he would clean his catch before handing it off to her and Mary Ann for cooking.

Ginger walked back to camp still puzzling about the mystery writer of the love letter.
It wasn't the Professor she was certain. Was not the Skipper. That left Gilligan. But again she did not believe for a minute he would ever write her such a thing. No he would only write to Mary Ann. There was no doubt in her mind. Besides his note would have been more innocent and childlike she was convinced of it. Mary Ann had told her about the dinner with the Howells when the two were trying to pair her off with Gilligan. He just told her she was sweet and twice as sweet as him. If that first mate was to scribble out a note, it would be along the lines of that. And addressed to Mary Ann.

So the only thing she could conclude was there just had to be another man on the island.
If there was, who was he? And would he ever show himself to her?