Skipper looked out towards the strip of land coming into view and instantly recognized it as the home he and the others minus Diana had lived on for four years. "Everyone." He called from the upper deck of the Minnow. "We made it. We're back!"

Mary Ann and Gilligan scurried over to the side of the boat and watched in awe as the island came closer and closer. "I can't believe we are back again." Mary Ann said with a smile. "I can't believe I actually missed this place."

"Me too." Gilligan said. "It's almost like we are home again."

"I guess you could say that." The brunette sighed. "This was our home for all those years. It's sort of bittersweet being back."

The Minnow came up to shore and Skipper then instructed for Gilligan to toss the anchor over the side.

"Aye Aye Skipper." He said with a salute.

The boat came to a halt and they looked up at the captain. "Well folks. Here we are again. Welcome back to the island!" He said cheerfully. Skipper climbed down from the upper deck and instructed everyone to be careful as they climbed down from the ship.

Ginger's feet hit the sand and she stood looking at the jungle in front of them. "Wow. Has it really been that long? It seems like only yesterday we were here."

"It does doesn't it." Professor said taking her hand in his. "It's almost surreal to be back."

Ginger nodded. "Yeah it does. So many memories are coming back to me. Remember when we first landed here? Gilligan and Skipper were going to set out on that raft to get help? They somehow made their way all the way back here and we thought they were headhunters? And you so brilliantly came up with that trap?"

"I recall you helping me with that." He said. "That was the first time you assisted me with something. I must say I quite enjoyed being with you."

"I enjoyed being with you too darling." Ginger said kissing his lips. "I thought you were so cute. I was hoping that if Skipper and Gilligan were able to get help and we had to leave the island that I could at least give you my phone number."

"I would have taken it." The Professor replied returning her kiss. "You were beautiful then and you are still just as beautiful if not more so now."

"Darling you are quite the charmer." Ginger giggled. "I love you." She gave him one more kiss before her mind focused on something else. "Okay let's go look for those love letters and put this whole story to rest for good."

"You remember where they are?" He asked as he led her back to their old camp area.

"Of course I do." Ginger said. "They are in my old hut. I'll show you."

The pair walked through the jungle and located the hut area. Ginger smiled seeing her rock garden. "Darling it's still there!" She squealed.

The Professor shook his head recalling how his back was killing him carrying those heavy boulders and rocks but Ginger wanted them so naturally he did it. "Just further proof that you can talk me into do anything my love." He stated.

"You love me." Ginger grinned.

"Always." He said.

Ginger and the Professor found the old hut that the girls had shared and went inside.
"Wow." Ginger said. "It's almost like I never left. Everything is the way the way I left it.
My old vanity table, our beds….The curtains Mary Ann and I sewed." Ginger then spotted something on the table and picked it up. "My cards." She said with a smile. "My fortune telling cards. I didn't even know I left them. Boy that brings back memories."

"Yes Gilligan had believed the three of clubs was the "earthquake card"." The Professor said. "He really believed your act. You are quite a convincing oracle. You know I did enjoy our little scheme. It wasn't just that it helped the other morale, it gave me an excuse to be with you. I always wanted a reason to be near you and this gave me the perfect opportunity. I still can't believe I hid under that table for you. But like I said you can talk me into anything."

Ginger nodded and was silent for a minute. The Professor sensed something was bothering her. "What is it my love? What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She said.

"Don't tell me nothing. I know it's something. What is it? Tell me."

"It's stupid. I shouldn't dwell on it and I'm sorry if I sound like an insecure ninny. I don't mean to. I can't help it. This latest story…I just hurts. It just brings up these fears I had. I know I was silly to have them. But…you remember when we first got stranded and we had that storm?"

"Yes I do."

"You recall how we were all gathered in the hut together?"

"I remember this yes."

"You remember how you…you didn't reach for me." Ginger said with tears brimming. "Instead you…you reached for…Mary Ann. Why didn't you reach for me?"

The Professor sighed. "Ginger I swear to you I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that she was sitting next to me…I just…I don't know went on instinct I suppose. Why does this bother you?"

"I don't know." Ginger said sitting down on her old bunk. "I don't know why it bothers me. It's silly. You married me. You love me. I know all this believe me I do. It's just that you just had a way of….reaching for her instead of me. I know I'm stupid and I'm reading into this too much. I'm sorry. You probably think I'm being a jealous crazy person."

"Ginger." The Professor said sitting down next to her. "I'm sorry if my actions hurt you. You have to know I never wished to. I never loved Mary Ann. Not once. I never had any romantic feelings for her for as long as I have known her."

"I know you didn't." Ginger sniffed. "Believe me I know that but…"

"But what? What is it?" He pressed. "What is this about?"

"Darling I don't want to keep harping on this. You didn't pick me to be the most beautiful. Yes I know the reasons you picked Mary Ann. It was a self esteem thing. You felt bad no one mentioned her. I get that. I know that. I am aware that you really believe me to be the most beautiful but you didn't say anything. Why? Why didn't you say me?" Ginger asked looking at him. "Why did you back her and not me?"

"My love." The Professor said taking her hands in his. "I wanted to back you believe me I did. I was terrified that if I spilled how I loved you that you would think it was just like the Skipper's infatuation with you. That it wasn't real. And I was afraid of being laughed at."

"Laughed at?" Ginger said confused. "What do you mean?"

"I know the perception you all had of me. I was the serious logical one. And given how I lectured about kissing and bacterial transfers…I figured that the rest of you would just be amused by my feelings and make a joke of it. I was afraid that you wouldn't take me seriously. I'm sorry I was a coward Ginger. I truly am." The Professor gently lifted her hand and kissed it. He then thought of something and got up. "I'll be right back. Stay there."

Ginger watched as he left wondering where he was going. She didn't have to wait long as he was back after a minute or two. He had a small book in his hand. "Here." He said handing it to her. "I want you to read this."

The redhead took the book and opened it to the passage he had marked.

I can't believe what happened today and how stupid I was. I am such a coward!
It all started with Ginger talking about a beauty pageant. We toast to Ginger's beauty (which is incredible by the way) but naturally Mr. Howell has to bring up how lovely his wife is. It turns into a whole incident about which lady on this island is more beautiful. Mary Ann's name was not mentioned and so for some reason I felt compelled to bring her up. Now my beloved Ginger, who I think is the most gorgeous being to ever walk this planet, is under the impression that I believe another is more beautiful than her! How foolish of me! Of course Ginger is by far the most beautiful stunning woman on this island! She's the most beautiful stunning woman anywhere! There is no competition.
Ginger should be declared the most beautiful castaway. However I had opened my stupid mouth and said Mary Ann now I am stuck having to coach her for this contest.

Ginger looked up. "You…you thought I was the most beautiful? You picked me?"

"Yes I did." The Professor said. "I still think you are the most beautiful. You are my beautiful redheaded angel. I love you Ginger."

"Oh darling!" Ginger said throwing her arms around him. "I love you so much. I'm sorry if I seemed insecure and doubtful. I swear to you I'm not."

"I know you aren't." He said holding her tight. "These false stories and people gossiping is taking it's toll on you. I understand. It's only natural to feel this way."

Ginger squeezed him to her. "I love you Roy. I'm going to try and not let these ridiculous rumors get to me. I have all of your love. I'm not sharing you with anyone nor will I ever. I promise I will never question you or your love for me."

"My love the fact that you can't stand the thought of losing me…it's overwhelming. I can't recall any woman ever loving me so much. Knowing that you do…it just makes me love you more. I understand why you were feeling this way. I don't blame you. Being the subject of vicious lies is not an easy thing to deal with. Having people talk about you in such a manner is not pleasant. I don't like it myself. I hated it when people gossiped about Erika Tiffany Smith. And that's why I didn't want to tell you about Evelyn and her advances. I didn't want her putting doubts in your head. Ginger I don't ever want to lose you either. I can't stand the thought." He said kissing the top of her head. "I never want to live my life without you."

"You never will." She replied. "I'm not going anywhere. I don't care what anyone says. I'm staying with you."

"Likewise." The Professor said.

Ginger let go and stood up. "Okay…let's look for those letters."

"Where did you hide them?" The academic asked.

Ginger pointed to underneath her old bed. "I had dug out hole under here." She explained. "I put the letters in a box and I hid them here. I put a heavy wood board on top of it."

The Professor moved the bunk aside and saw the heavy wood board as Ginger described.
"Okay now to just get this out of the way…." He pushed the board aside and there was the small box. He lifted it up and handed it to Ginger.

She took the box and opened it up finding a stack of papers inside. She picked up one of them and read. "Darling! These are it! My letters!"

The Professor stood up and walked to her. "You sure?"

"Yes. These are my letters. These are what I wrote to you!" She said with excitement. "I knew they would still be here!"

"Mind if I read one?" He asked. "I have to admit I am curious as to what you wrote. And they are to me."

Ginger smiled. "Okay. You can read them. Here." She said handing him a letter.

He took the paper and began to read.

My darling I love you more and more each day. I don't know how it's possible but I do.
I go to bed at night dreaming of your handsome face. Dreaming of being in held in your strong arms, your lips kissing mine. I wake up in the morning hoping that one day my dreams will come true. That I will get to feel your arms around me and get to experience the taste of your lips.

The Professor was stunned by the words and turned to another letter.

You make me fall deeper in love with you with each passing minute. You are so much more charming and handsome than that old Cary Grant. How I would love to be back in Hollywood with you as my leading man. Then again you don't need to be a leading man. You are perfect the way you are. I love you exactly how you are. I love your passion and I love how logical and cool headed you are. You are what makes living on this island bearable. I was scared when we first ended up shipwrecked but you calmed my fears. I knew I could survive as long as you were here with me.

"More charming and handsome than Cary Grant?" He said with a grin.

"Yes darling." Ginger smiled. "Why he wouldn't go into a cave to look for a $11 worth of anything for me."

He gently kissed her lips and read one more letter.

I wish I had the courage to tell you how much I love you. Everyday I tell myself this is the day. This is the day I'm going to tell the Professor I love him. I'm going to tell him what's in my heart. But each time I fail. I can't seem to work up the nerve. I don't want you to think my love for you isn't real. It is real. I never felt these things before. I never had my heart pound in my chest, my pulse race. Never did I feel like a thousand bolts of electricity is surging through me from just one touch. I wish I could summon the strength to just say it. I love you Roy Hinkley! I love you!

The academic looked up. "Ginger I thought you said you didn't put any name on it."

She took the letter and looked it over. "Oh…I guess I forgot I did with this one. I wrote so many I suppose I lost track of what I wrote but…wait darling this will prove that these were to you. This will prove that I wrote to you and not Skipper!" She said happily. "I'll get this sent to Tony and…" She paused for a minute.

"What? Ginger?"

She looked at her husband. "Darling I know that sharing these letters with the paper will squash the rumors and I wish to but…these are private letters. I don't want the world to read them. They aren't mean for the world's eyes. Only your eyes. I wrote them to you not for the world. I don't want to share them with anyone else."

"Perhaps you don't." The scholar said. "If we just send in that last bit. That should be sufficient enough proof for anyone. If it's not than so be it. I'm not going to have you share your letters to me. I don't feel like it's any of their business. Sharing the part where you say you love me is enough. If they want to keep talking, fine. We aren't going to keep dwelling on this. We are going to continue on with our lives. People will get bored with this eventually and move one to something else."

Ginger nodded. "You are right. We can't keep dwelling on this and we can't keep concerning ourselves with what people say. I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to live in fear of the tabloids and what lies they spread. If people can't see by now that I love you than that's not my problem. It's theirs. When they printed that ridiculous story about Erika Tiffany it was hard but our marriage withstood that and it will withstand this."

"That is correct." Professor said. "When we get back home we aren't going to give this another thought. In fact, starting now we are going to forget all about it. No more talk about it. We are going to enjoy our time together. Deal."

"Deal." Ginger smiled. "I'm going to concentrate on being with my wonderful husband. To hell with Evelyn and her vicious lies. And to hell with all the gossipers." Ginger took the letters and tucked them back into the box. "Come on. Let's get this back on the boat and take a look around the island. Relive some happy memories."

"That is a splendid idea." He said.

Ginger took his arm and the two left the hut to go rejoin the others.

California

Evelyn sat at her desk looking over the papers sent to her. So that blonde was one Diana Larkson. The romance novelist. Wrote all those stories about the sea and pirates. She rolled her eyes. How ridiculous! Who would waste their time writing such drivel! She read further and saw how Diana's husband Louis left her for his younger secretary.
She couldn't say she blamed him. Why be stuck in a marriage with an annoying hopeless romantic with their head in the clouds about love when you could have more fun with someone else. What did love matter when the sex was hot? And she knew it would be hot with Roy. It's just that damn Ginger! Well she would be out of the way soon enough.
First thing was getting rid of this Diana. She could not have Skipper falling in love with this bimbo and messing up her plans. No she had to be disposed of at once. If there was only some way….wait…why didn't she think of this before! Of course!

Donald owned that publishing company that Diana was under contract with. He had been looking to sell it as he was wanting to venture into a new business. Evelyn knew exactly who he should sell it to! One Erika Tiffany Smith! The woman knew that Skipper had been smitten with the blonde socialite when she was on the island. Perhaps something could be rekindled. Sure maybe Erika has not shown interest in the sea captain but that didn't matter. What mattered was driving a wedge between the two. Erika was the perfect one to do it. The details of course needed to be worked out but she would figure it out. Somehow someway she would drive Diana right out of the naval captain's life. Sure maybe the romance novelist would be crushed but so be it. That was not important. What was important was she be removed as an obstacle in the way of her grand plan of landing Roy Hinkley in her bed.

If she played her cards right, maybe Ginger would get jealous of Erika Tiffany. Maybe she would be miffed at the Skipper having affection for Erika instead of her. It was possible. And it was possible that it would cause a rift in Ginger's marriage and….Roy would come running to her. Yes. This was the perfect plan. All she had to do was talk Donald into selling to Erika. The sooner the better.