Mary Ann cried and cried. She cried about everything. The shipwreck, her home, her sorrowful heart, and even for Skipper's hat. Her strong spirit had shattered in an instant, or so it seemed. There she sat during the chilly evening, alone, on another side of the lagoon.
As her wandering eyes looked on towards the area, something small quickly caught her eye. Whatever it was, it clung to one of the many shrubs scattered along the island. Could it possibly be Skipper's hat? Slowly, Mary Ann got up, and walked over to it. No, it wasn't a hat at all. It was only a few papers full of notes and such, which had probably been lost by the Professor. Nonetheless, Mary Ann picked them up, and decided to head over to the Professor's hut.
While she came nearer, she couldn't help but feel how chilly it was. Night had already fallen upon the island. Still, she kept on going. Once she reached the huts, she walked up to the Professor's hut, as intended.
"Professor?" she softly called, as she knocked.
Within a moment, the Professor answered to the door.
"Mary Ann? What are you doing up at this hour?" the Professor asked, as he lit up a lamp. "Come on in here."
Mary Ann stepped in, still clutching the papers she had found.
When the Professor had the lamp aglow, he turned to Mary Ann, noticing the tears on her face. "Mary Ann, you've been crying. From the looks of it, you've been crying for quite a bit of time. What happened to you?" the Professor asked, just a tad bit groggily.
She had forgotten to dry off her tears before stopping in.
"Well," she began, "I just found some papers of yours near the lagoon, and I thought you might need them for one of your experiments, or something," she said, as she handed him the papers.
"Thank you very much, but I don't see why you'd cry about all this," said the Professor, tossing the papers aside.
"Oh, it's not that at all, Professor," she explained.
"Then what's wrong?" he questioned.
"It's Ginger."
"Ginger?"
"Ginger and Gilligan. Behind my back all along. It breaks my heart inside to know that I loved Gilligan, and told Ginger about it, but she and Gilligan were in love all along. How blind could I possibly be?" she added.
"Mary Ann, it's not your fault at all. Please, don't worry about it," the Professor reassured her. "Now, I know I don't exactly have much experience in love, but I do know a few things about it," he told Mary Ann.
"Like what?" she asked.
"For one thing, no matter how much research you can put into it, it can still be unpredictable. You don't know when, where, how, or even to whom it will happen to," he spoke.
"Gosh, that sounded smart," said Mary Ann, as the Professor chuckled.
"I do know just one more thing about love," the Professor said.
"What's that?" asked Mary Ann.
"That I love you, Mary Ann."