First mate's log:
January 2, 1967
I haven't really made any New Year's resolutions, just to be braver I guess.
No, I still don't know what's going on with Mr. Brady and Mrs. Martin, but I'd be the last person either of them would tell.
Carol Martin's diary:
January 5, 1967
Mike and I met this morning to go over the "curriculum for the upcoming semester." Alice was minding the kids and it was our first moment alone since the kiss. And, yes, we talked everything out. It felt so good to clear the air, and not just because so much of the time on the island people miscommunicate. As Greg would say, with the slang he picks up from the radio, we "let it all hang out."
We admitted that we've both grown fond of each other the last two and a half years and at some point those feelings crossed over from platonic. He said he was hesitant not just out of respect for Barbara and Tim, but because we are marooned on an island and anything we start is going to be in a fishbowl. Also, our children are so young and he doesn't want them to be hurt by this. Furthermore, if we get together and things don't work out, that will be very awkward. (I think that explains at least the Professor's hesitation, although of course he has kissed Ginger on multiple occasions. As for Gilligan, he's still a boy at 22.)
"...But I did want to kiss you and I figured that the orchids were an excuse. If you didn't feel the same, at least I would know."
This time I kissed him! It was lovely. I don't feel like we're betraying Tim and Barbara. We waited long enough, and our spouses would understand and I think be happy for us.
We've promised each other that if things don't work out, we'll be adult about it. And I'll do my best to explain all this to the girls. I admit that it will be odd to "date," when it's not as if we can go out anywhere, like to a restaurant, just various places around the island. I don't let myself imagine what would happen to our relationship if and when we're rescued. I'm just trying to deal with what the situation is right now.
And, despite my hesitation, I feel giddy in a way I haven't since I was a schoolgirl dating Tank Gates!
January 6, 1967
I'm turning into a vampire! I was putting supplies in a cave and a bat bit me. The Skipper says it was a vampire bat! And later I tried to look at myself in Ginger's hand mirror, and I couldn't see me! I don't want to bite anyone, especially the poor kids, so I'm trying to stay in my hut all day.
The Professor doesn't believe me but he did give me a potion that he says will stop me from becoming a full vampire. I'm not sure if I believe him. I mean, he's cured a lot of things, but stuff to do with medicine, not stuff out of a horror movie. I'm mostly worried about nighttime, because that's when vampires, werewolves, and all of those creatures run rampant. The Skipper says he'll tie a string from his foot to mine, so if I try to go wandering in the night, he'll stop me.
January 7, 1967
Gilligan tried to bite Mrs. Howell's neck last night! When Mike heard, he said, "That was not a hickey I would've predicted." (Mike turns out to have a naughty sense of humor that I never suspected before we started "dating.")
It's no joking matter though. Gilligan, thanks to the Skipper, thinks he was bitten by a vampire bat, and last night he sleepwalked right into the Howells' hut. And, yes, he almost sleep-bit Mrs. Howell. OK, it's a little funny. But now Gilligan is missing, and, no, I don't think the fruit bat that showed up in his bunk is really him, as Greg and Marcia were arguing about over breakfast.
Mike and I have not gone public as an item, and with all this fuss about Gilligan, we're going to hold off. I did think about telling Ginger yesterday, when I gave her my spare mirror. (Hers lost the silver backing, but Gilligan didn't know that when he couldn't see his reflection in it.) I think of all the women on the island, Ginger would most understand the difficulty of having a relationship that would be the subject of gossip. But Mike and I have just started "seeing each other," or whatever this is.
Anyway, Gilligan has probably gone to live in a cave again, hopefully not the one that the bats live in.
January 8, 1967
Wow, I had a scary dream last night! Not only was I a vampire, but I was married to Ginger. (OK, she looked really sexy, she was a vampire, too, while Mary Ann was my old housekeeper, but still, marriage is scary.) At least I didn't attack anyone last night. I tried to bite Mrs. Howell in my sleep the night before! (I must've untied the string connecting me to the Skipper.) So today I locked myself in a cage, but yeah, I took you along because I want to record my transformation into a monster. The Professor doesn't believe me, but he will when he reads this log. At least I won't hurt anyone, and maybe they can kill me with a silver bullet. Or is that werewolves?
January 9, 1967
Gilligan is back in his hut and knows that it was just a fruit bat that bit him. Jan asked, "So will Gilligan turn into a fruit?," and Peter was disappointed that Gilligan won't be a vampire because Peter thinks vampires are "neato."
School is back in session and Mike and I are doing our best to act like teachers and parents in front of our children. He did flirt with me about whether I'd want him biting my neck, but we've only kissed a little and, OK, hugged once. It was a lovely hug.