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Some weeks later...

Sora sat at the table as she thought. Her hand rested under her chin as her emerald eyes were glazed over. From a distance, she seemed to be a statue. It was a full moon and hardly a cloud was in the sky. Her mind wandered around her home before she had come to Hawaii. She refused to think of her family after that. She pictured her grandparents, parents, and siblings. A small smile crept onto her face. A sudden scream aroused her from her trance. She scurried toward the Skipper and Gilligan's hut. When she arrived, the Skipper was trying to wake him up. Sora ran to help.

"Gilligan, wake up."

"Wake up, little buddy."

His eyes snapped open just as he began to fall out of the hammock. Thinking quickly, Sora gripped his waist and pulled him toward the Skipper and herself. After saving him from the fall, she let go. Gilligan looked at them.

"Wh-What happened?" he asked.

"You had another nightmare Gilligan," the round man explained.

"Oh boy was it scary! A giant turtle was stomping around the island-"

"Gilligan."

"And he left giant footprints that were canyons-"

"Gilligan!"

Sora rolled her eyes as she put her hand over the boy's mouth. His mumbling soon stopped.

"Gilly, calm down." She removed her hand. "Get some rest."

"But I can't sleep," he complained.

Skipper rolled onto his own hammock.

"If you ask real nicely, I'm sure Sora will sing you to sleep."

His eyes widened. "Could you please?"

The brunette smiled softly and ran her fingers through Gilligan's hair.

"Alright. Promise you'll fall asleep?" He nodded. "Good." She began to hum and slowly rocked the hammock.

"The star shone bright, throughout the night. Peace searched for you. Here you are, here you dream, of sweet serenity. Sleep will come, night will pass. Dawn will be your friend." She continued to hum until Gilligan's eyes drooped closed. She smiled as she bent down.

"Goodnight Skipper."

"Goodnight Sora. Thanks for singing to him."

"Pleasure."

With that, the emerald eyed girl tiptoed out of the hut. She turned to sit at the table when she saw the Professor. Grinning, she sat down in front of him and eyed him.

He looked at her. "What?"

"Oh, just wondering why you're not asleep."

"I could ask the same question," he paused, "I heard Gilligan screaming and then you singing."

She raised her eyebrows. "Ah. You couldn't fall asleep after that?"

He shook his head. "Doesn't seem so. Why can't you sleep?"

She shrugged as she circled the wood with her finger. "Beats me." The Professor yawned. She giggled. "Are you sure you aren't tired?"

"Not at all," he mumbled as his eyes slowly began to droop.

She moved from her spot and walked over to the Professor. She gently put his arm around her neck and gradually pulled him up. Slightly leaning on her, the intelligent man stumbled his way to their hut. Sora guided him to his bamboo cot and rolled him onto it. She then pulled the blanket over his shoulder. She began to walk toward her own cot.

"Sora," he whispered.

"Yes Professor?"

"Could you sing to me, like you did Gilligan?"

She gazed into his pleading blue eyes. Here was a grown man, an intelligent one no less, looking as frightened as a lost child. Now that Sora thought of it, he was never able to show fear. He had to keep his cool: he couldn't afford to ask for comfort. She offered a gentle smile as she sat next to his cot. She began to rub her fingers through his hair. Her hum filled the midnight air. She sang a lovely tune. After noticing the man asleep, she quietly walked to her own cot. She sighed as sleep finally consumed her.

The Next Morning...

The Skipper wandered around the forest. His face was formed into that of a disgruntled man. He mumbled to himself as he looked for his goofy friend. He decided to try and call out for him.

"Gilligan," he bellowed, "Oh Gilligan!"

"Over here, Skipper!"

The round man glanced around. "Over where?"

"In the cave!"

"In the-? Why are you in the cave?"

He peeked his head out. "I'm cooling off."

"What are you talking about? The weather is fine."

"You have more protection, especially around the middle," he teased.

The Skipper glared at him and reached for his hat to whack his friend.

"Skipper," a voice scolded.

His anger quickly turned into that of fear. "Wh-Who said that?"

"It's just me," Sora answered.

She was hanging upside down from a thick tree branch. Her brunette hair hung from her head.

"How'd you get up there?"

"I climbed."

She lifted herself up and grabbed the branch with her hands. She slowly lowered her legs and began to swing.

"Watch out," she warned.

The emerald eyed woman dropped to the ground. She faced the boys with a wide grin that quickly turned into a frown.

"Skipper, why were you about to hit Gilly?"

He held onto his hat and averted his gaze. "Well, he made a comment about my weight."

"Is this true Gilligan?" He nodded. "Shame. You know he's sensitive about that." She paused as she looked around. "Why are you in a cave?"

"Because the sun makes the island hot."

A small breeze swept through. Sora and the Skipper looked at each other. They shared a worried expression. The woman looked at her friend.

"Are you feeling all right?"

"Yeah."

Sora placed one hand onto his forehead and the other around his neck. Her eyes widened.

"You sure don't feel all right," she expressed worriedly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," she started, "Your forehead is really warm." She grabbed his wrist. "Come on, let's go talk to the Professor."

"Good idea Sora. He'll know what to do," the Skipper replied.

The trio walked back to the huts. Sora and the Skipper were silent as Gilligan talked randomly. They quickly made it to the huts. The brunette let go of her friend's wrist.

The round man viewed the camp. "I don't see him anywhere."

"Professor," the emerald eyed girl called. "Oh, Professor!" She went silent as she listened. Her ears perked up. "Come on," she whispered.

The three headed toward the edge of the camp. Sora pulled back some palm leaves to reveal the intelligent man inspecting a wooden crate.

"Hey there Professor."

He jumped slightly. "Oh, hello Sora."

"I was calling for you."

"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't hear you."

"It's alright." She glanced back at Gilligan. He was sweating. "Professor, I think something's wrong with Gilly."

He paused his inspecting and looked up worriedly.

"What do you mean?"

"He was in a cave because he was too hot to be outside."

"Too hot? But it's one of the coolest days we've had!"

"I know. I felt his forehead, and I think he has a fever." She hushed her voice to a whisper. "And with no medicine, I'm afraid it'll get worse."

The blue eyed man frowned. He waved his hand at the goofy boy.

"Gilligan, come here for a moment." He trudged next to the Professor. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Really warm. You know when my butt was on fire? Warmer than that."

"Why don't we go back to my hut, and I'll see what's going on."

Gilligan nodded. "Okay."

Later...

The girls and the Skipper paced back and forth outside of the Professor's hut.

"Oh, I wish the Professor would hurry," the round man worried.

"I hope Gilligan's okay," Mary Ann whined.

Just then the door opened. The Professor walked to the table and sat down. He wiped his forehead as the four hurried over to him.

"How is he Professor?" asked the Skipper.

"Is he sick?" asked Ginger.

"It seems that Sora's suspicions were correct. Gilligan seems to have a fever."

"Don't we have any medicine?"

He shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Ginger."

Mary Ann's eyes widened. "Does that mean he's going to die?"

"I wish I knew."

The ebony haired girl let out a soft sob before running away. Ginger soon followed. The Skipper fell onto the table chair with a depressed look on his face. The Professor hung his head. Sora glared at them. She threw her hands in the air.

"That's it? You're not even going to try?"

"Well I'm sorry Sora."

She crossed her arms. "That's not good enough. I'm not letting this happen; not to Gilligan."

She stomped into the hut. The goofy boy was laying on a bamboo cot sleeping. She moved swiftly to the bookshelf her roommate had made. She scanned through the book titles until she came to one that had a flower on the spine. She grabbed it and started flipping the pages. Her eyes quickly read the desired pages. With her blood boiling, she stomped back outside. Angrily, she slammed the book onto the table. The Skipper and the Professor jumped.

"Page sixty-one under medicinal herbs and flora, third paragraph."

The Professor opened to the page quickly. He began to read out loud, "'Hibiscus Sabdariffa L., commonly known as Roselle, is a member of the Malvaceae, or mallow, family. It originated in Egypt and can now be found growing in warm places around the world including India, Africa, Sudan, Jamaica, China, the Philippines, and the United States.' I don't understand."

"Keep reading."

"'Hibiscus tea, or sour tea, is tart tasting and rich in antioxidants. It can protect the liver, stimulate the appetite, and help reduce fevers.'" His eyes lit up. "This could save Gilligan! Sora, how'd you know it'd be under this chapter?"

"My name isn't the only thing that's Native American. My great grandmother taught my mother."

He furrowed his brow. "But no one knows how to make tea."

"But we can learn, can't we?"

"I don't know Skipper. The book doesn't give any instructions."

Sora rolled her eyes. "If you want something done, do it yourself," she muttered.

The brunette proceeded to walk in to the jungle. Her eyes wandered from bush to bush seeking the flower. Meanwhile, the Skipper and the Professor brainstormed as they were completely oblivious to Sora's exit.

"We could-no that wouldn't work."

"It's possible that-we don't have the right ingredients."

The two sat silently for another few minutes. Mr. Howell leisurely walked up to the table. His presence caused the other two to glance up.

"Hello Mr. Howell."

"Hello Skipper. Tell me, what are you two up to?"

The intelligent man answered, "We're trying to find a way to cure Gilligan. He has a fever."

"I see."

The Skipper widened his eyes. "Hey! Where'd Sora go?"

The wealthy man smirked. "I saw her walk in to the jungle. It must be how women deal with things."

"She must be looking for the flower. But, I thought no one can make tea."

The Professor sighed. "At least she's doing something. It's better than what we have."

Elsewhere...

"Thank you for letting me use your tea pot, Mrs. Howell."

"My pleasure dear," she paused, "Sora?"

"Yes?"

"What do you need it for again?"

The brunette smiled. "I'm brewing tea that will make Gilligan feel better."

"Really?" a familiar voice squeaked from the window.

Sora chuckled. "Yes Ginger."

The actress came inside. "You mean, Gilligan will be all right?"

"He'll be back to his goofy self before you know it."

"Wait until Mary Ann hears this," she exclaimed while running out of the hut.

After a few moments, the two girls came running back in. The ebony haired girl hugged Sora tightly. She giggled. Soon thereafter, she was done with the tea. She turned to the wealthy woman.

"Mrs. Howell, do you have a bamboo cup I can allow Gilligan to use?"

"Why, yes dear." She grabbed a cup from her side table. "Here's one."

"Thank you darling. Would you like to help?" she asked sweetly.

Mary Ann and Ginger nodded their heads. The blonde woman grinned.

"You three go right ahead. Thurston and I are golfing today."

"Alright. Let's go girls," the actress replied.

"Thanks again Mrs. Howell," Sora called.

The three girls walked through camp to the Professor's hut. Walking right past the men, they went inside. The men gave them a funny glance. The goofy first mate was still sleeping on the bamboo cot. Ginger started shaking the boy.

"Gilligan," she whispered, "Wake up."

His eyes opened. "Hi girls," he said weakly.

"Mary Ann, can you help him sit up." She nodded and propped up the sick boy. Sora poured a glass of tea and smiled at him. "Here, drink this. It'll make you feel better."

He took the bamboo cup and slowly drank the brew. When finished, he licked his lips.

"That tastes real good. May I have some more?"

"Of course Gilly."

"Drink up," said Ginger happily as she handed him a full cup.

Sora patted his leg and stood up. She walked to the door and opened it.

"Professor," she called.

His head popped up. "Yes?"

"Do you happen to have a thermometer?"

His hand dug into his pocket. "Yes I do." He tossed it to her.

"Thank you." She turned back into the hut, closing the door behind her.

"Apparently, she knows how to make tea," stated the Skipper. The Professor nodded in agreement. "Hey, what ever happened to that wooden crate you found?"

His blue eyes lit up. "I completely forgot about that box."

"Let's go look at it!"

"What if the girls need us?"

The Skipper smirked. "I think they're capable of taking care of my little buddy. We'll be more useful by the crate."

"I suppose you're right Skipper."

The round man puffed out his chest with pride. The pair quickly retraced their steps to where the crate was. The two men circled it. The Professor stopped when he saw writing.

"What's it say Professor?" asked the Skipper.

"It just says M-O-T-I."

"I wonder what it means."

He shrugged, smiling slightly. "Let's bring it back to the others."

In the camp...

Everyone, save Mary Ann and Gilligan, stood around the box. Sora had her hands clasped in excitement. Mrs. Howell and Ginger guessed excitedly what would be in the crate. Mr. Howell clapped his hands with glee. The Skipper and Professor started to open it.

"Oh, I just can't wait to see what it is," Ginger squealed.

"I hope it's the new summer collection," Mrs. Howell proclaimed.

Just then, the box snapped open. Everyone's eyes widened as the Skipper pulled out some hay. Sora squealed with delight as she dug her hands into the box. She pulled out a shiny violin and it's corresponding bow. She began to play it vivaciously as she danced around her friends. She stopped and set the instrument on the table.

"What else is there?" The group stared at her. "What? I'm part Irish."

They shook their heads and continued to pull out instruments. There was a flute, a saxophone, two tambourines, another violin, a cello, a harp, and a trumpet. Sora's eyes gleamed.

"Why, they're just instruments," Skipper said.

The brunette gasped. "Just instruments? I dare say you're wrong." She picked up the trumpet. "These are beautiful things that create music."

She blew into the horn, therefore, creating a jazz sound.

Ginger grinned. "I like that sound."

Sora giggled as she set it down and picked up the saxophone.

"Then you'll love this." She began to play a bluesy vibe. Grinning, she set it down. "Don't you see? Music is a beautiful thing."

The Professor's eyes brightened. "Would you know what these letters mean?" he asked while picking up the top.

"M-O-T-I. Hmm. That could be the Music Of The Islands."

"What's that, my dear?" questioned Mr. Howell.

"It's a band that was starting in Hawaii. I saw them a couple days before I was shipwrecked. Their instruments were old, so maybe these are the ones they ordered."

"That seems awfully important to a band."

"That's right Mrs. Howell," the Professor exclaimed. "That means the band would be looking for these."

"The radio," the Skipper chimed in. "I'll go get it."

"How are instruments going to help us get off the island?" asked Mr. Howell.

"I don't know yet, but they may have reported it."

Sora eyed the harp eagerly. Without saying a word, she snatched it and headed in to the jungle.

"I wonder where she's going," the actress muttered.

Just then the Skipper arrived with the radio. A huge grin was painted on to his face.

"Here it is Professor."

"Quick! Turn it on."

He turned the dial just as the announcer spoke.

:And now, for the oddities. The band Music Of The Islands, otherwise known as Moti, has just reported a missing crate from their newest shipment.:

"That's it," Ginger squealed.

"Hush," the Professor ordered.

:They believe the crate to hold a variety of instruments including a custom made harp. The shipping company believes to have lost the crate off the coast of Hawaii. Although Moti has asked, no search will be conducted for the equipment.:

The Skipper angrily turned it off.

"Of course they wouldn't search for instruments," he muttered.

"Oh well," the Professor started, "It was a little foolish to think they'd look for them."

Mary Ann walked up to the sad group. She gave them a curious look.

"What's wrong?" she asked innocently.

"Oh nothing, Mary Ann. What do you need?" the Skipper questioned.

"I was wondering if Sora could brew some more tea for Gilligan. He drank up the first batch already."

The actress sighed. "She went in to the jungle somewhere."

"I'll look for her," the intelligent man offered.

The others nodded in agreement.

In the jungle...

The blue eyed man trekked through the forest. He called out for his missing friend. The Professor had made his way near the waterfall. His ears perked up as he heard giggling.

"Sora? Is that you," he whispered.

He crept around a few bushes to see the emerald eyed girl. She was playing the harp to two small children. The little boy and little girl seemed to be a part of a native tribe. The intelligent man watched from afar. The sound of the waterfall was quiet enough for him to hear her.

Sora pounded her chest. "Sora." She then pointed to the girl. "Your name?"

The little girl smiled as she understood. She pounded her little chest. "Aniani."

The boy pounded his chest. "Haku."

The brunette grinned. Aniani pointed to the harp and then her throat. She raised her eyebrow.

"You want me to sing?" she asked. She giggled at their confused faces. "Sing."

She proceeded to sing a few notes. This made the children smile.

"Sora sing," Haku stated.

"Okay."

Her fingers delicately plucked at the harp. A melodious tune developed quickly. Sora started to hum.

"There goes the beautiful butterfly. Wings soaring up so so high. Dancing and flashing her colors. Caring less about the far off dangers. Free from the shackles on the ground. Her spirit flying all around. Nothing can tie the beautiful butterfly down."

Sora played the harp as the noise faded. The two children's faces were beaming with joy. Aniani gave the woman a hug. Even from where he was at, the Professor could tell how happy it made her.

"Haku sing? Aniani sing?" she asked the two.

They giggled as they shook their heads in the negatory fashion. The Professor decided he should make himself known.

Acting as if he hadn't seen them, he called out, "Sora, where are you?"

The emerald eyed girl turned in the direction of his voice. The two children suddenly became fearful. Sora hugged the two in a calming way. She smoothed her hand over their heads.

"Over here Professor," she replied. She turned to the children. "It's okay. Professor good man."

The man in the khakis walked in to the open. He smirked when he saw the children. The blue eyed man slowly walked over. He lowered to their height when he was only inches from Sora.

"Found some new friends, huh?"

"Yeah. They saw the harp and just walked over." The lady giggled. She turned to the children. She pointed to herself. "Sora." She pointed to the girl. "Aniani." She squeezed the boy. "Haku." She nodded her head at the man. "Professor."

The children looked at her hesitantly. After giving them a reassuring smile, the children started to poke the man.

"Professor," said Haku.

He nodded. "Yes."

"Professor sing."

Sora let out a giggle. The Professor smirked.

"No. Professor not sing."

The children laughed boisterously. They began talking to each other while climbing over the adults.

"What did ya need Professor?" Sora asked while giggling.

"Gilligan drank all of the tea. Mary Ann wanted you to make more."

Her eyes sparkled. "If he drank all of it, he should be just fine. It was a strong brew." She paused as she smiled at the children. "What are they saying?"

"Well, they can't stop talking about your song. Something about a butterfly."

Sora gasped. "They understood the song!"

"They also say you're a beautiful lady with a lovely voice." The woman blushed.

"What else?"

"Uh, um."

She gave him a curious glance. "What?"

"They think we're married."

Her face began to warm. She knew she was as red as a tomato.

"Oh."

Just then, the little girl pulled on her hand while she spoke quickly. Sora glanced back to her friend.

"What is she saying?"

"She wants you to meet her tribe."

Her eyes widened. "Tell her we can't. It's not an option."

"Why not?"

"We have to get back to our own camp. Besides, tribes aren't always as friendly as children."

The Professor pondered this.

"Alright."

He lowered to the ground again. He explained to the little girl that they couldn't go. Her happy smile turned in to a small frown. She hugged Sora's knees.

"Sora good," she muttered.

Haku ran over and hugged her knees as well. The woman picked both of them up.

"Aniani good, Haku good." She kissed both of their foreheads and set them down. She waved her hand as they started walking away. "Bye bye."

The children were soon out of sight. After some hesitation, the Professor hugged her as she wiped small tears away. After a few moments, they let go.

"We should head back," she muttered.

"Agreed."

At camp...

"There they are," Mary Ann exclaimed as her two friends emerged from the brush. She rushed to them. "Do you have more tea?"

Sora smirked. "Gilligan doesn't need anymore. If he drank that whole batch, he will be okay."

Her brown eyes glimmered. "That's great!"

The brunette walked away to see her friend. The blue eyed man watched her go. The ebony haired woman smirked knowingly.

"So Professor, where was she?"

"What? Oh, she was near the waterfall playing the new harp."

"Is she any good?"

"She plays it well, yes."

Ginger came in to view. "Mary Ann! The pot is boiling."

She snapped her fingers. "Oh! That's dinner."

"I'll round everyone up."

Hey you wonderful readers! I hope you're enjoying the read. More chapters are to come, but they may come slower than before due to the fact I'm not following a script of any sort. I ask that you all be patient, I will continue to update.

Question of the day: Which episode do you love/hate the most and why?

Again, my curiosity nags at me. Thank you to those who answered last chapter's question. If you have any questions for me, feel free to ask. Please R&R! I would be ecstatic to get some feedback. You're all incredible!

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