Chapter 8

Ginger slightly opened her eyes as she heard Mary Ann enter their hut in the dark, late again. She immediately sat up and lit a torch.

"So where have you been Mary Ann?"

Mary Ann jumped, startled. "Ginger! What are you doing up?"

"I asked you first!" Ginger pointed at her.

"I was just taking a walk." Mary Ann said, innocently.

"A walk with who?" Ginger asked.

"Nobody! I just took a walk by myself. I can do that can't I?" Mary Ann asked.

"Well yes, but I can't believe you actually expect me to believe that? I happen to know that Gilligan has been on a little walk too!" Ginger crossed her arms.

"Look, I don't know where Gilligan is, but I wasn't walking with him!" Mary Ann nearly shouted.

"Sure you weren't." Ginger smirked.

"Ginger stop accusing me of this ridiculous idea you have!" Mary Ann pouted.

"It's not an idea. It's the truth." Ginger turned serious again.

"No Ginger, its not. I'm going to bed, goodnight!" Mary Ann layed down, and faced the wall opposite Ginger.

"Whatever you say Mary Ann." Ginger whispered.

(Next Day)

Ginger had literally been stalking Mary Ann and Gilligan all day. At one point Gilligan must have seen her, because he began to pick up his pace, and then ran from her. Ginger was unlucky in finding out much though. All she saw was that they often took little walks together. Nothing that she didn't already know about.

That evening, before Ginger was to seek out their usual late night walk, she reported to Mrs. Howell.

Ginger knocked on the door of the Howells' hut softly, until she heard Mrs. Howell.

"Come in!"

Ginger entered the hut and was greeted by Mrs. Howell. Mr. Howell was sitting at the table counting his money.

"Well? What did you find out?" Mrs. Howell said in a low voice.

"Nothing that we don't already know about! But I do expect to find something out tonight. I'm going to find out what those two are doing every night." Ginger put her hands on her hips.

"Oh dear, thats a wonderful idea. You should most definately find something!" Mrs. Howell smiled.

"Oh you'll find something alright!" Mr. Howell mumbled from the table.

"Oh Thurston, shush!" Mrs. Howell swatted at him. She turned back to Ginger.

"You best be going dear, you have to catch up to them!" Mrs. Howell said.

"You're right. I'll see you later, Mrs. Howell, goodnight!" With that Ginger left the Howells' hut and made her way down the path in which she knew Mary Ann had taken into the jungle.