First mate's log:

August 21, 1967

I'm not deputy anymore because I locked up all the adults, including myself, just before a Coast Guard plane flew over. But now there are a bunch of thefts on the island, so I think we still need law enforcement. Unless it's monkeys.

Carol Martin's diary:

August 22, 1967

A game show contestant is our latest visitor. He stole much of our food and supplies, and we were blaming each other until Gilligan and the Skipper caught him talking on a two-way radio. Take a Dare is going to pay him $10,000 if he can survive for a week on this supposedly deserted island. The Howells have tried to bribe him with more than that if he'll report that we're on the island, but he thinks they're phonies, since "everyone knows that the real Howells died at sea three years ago."

Ginger is going to try flirting with him, but I have the feeling that she won't be any more successful than the other times she's tried that gambit.

August 27, 1967

Well, we've been left behind again. A guy named George Barkley was here to win money on a game show, and he had to live on the island for a week with no help, but he kept stealing food and using his radio to make himself sound like he was a big survivor. The Professor wanted us to signal each other if we saw a boat come to pick up Mr. Barkley, but I just saw a helicopter, so I didn't say anything. Now everyone is mad at me again. Well, not Mrs. Martin, who says she doesn't really expect any rescues to work out at this point. I can't really blame her.

I should mention that Take a Dare told Barkley, when he got back, that they hid the $10,000 in his two-way radio, which he hid somewhere on the island before he left. The Skipper and I have looked all over the island for it but we haven't found it. Oh well, easy come, easy go.

September 5, 1967

We of course weren't rescued by the game show contestant, and now it's back to school. Greg is in the sixth grade, Marcia the fifth, Peter the third, and Jan the second. We thought about having Bobby start kindergarten, but we didn't want Cindy to feel left out as the only child not in school yet. If we're still here another year, as seems likely, then we'll include our youngest two in lessons.

I will admit that as the children get older, it's more challenging to teach them. Mike and I are both college-educated, but neither of us trained as teachers, and if we're still on the island when Greg and Marcia are in their teens, the subjects will be harder to instruct them in, especially without actual textbooks. (We do, luckily, have plenty of paper, pens, and pencils, thanks to the Professor. I wouldn't still keep a diary otherwise.)

September 10, 1967

Wow, the Maritime Board blames the Skipper for our shipwreck and has stripped him of his command! I'll still call him the Skipper because I'd feel funny calling him Jonas. (And it's good thing that Mr. and Mrs. Howell didn't really need him to perform their second wedding ceremony, because that one definitely wouldn't be legal now.)

The Skipper is so upset, he tried to hang himself! I got there just in time. The Professor suggests we reenact the shipwreck, so we can find out what really happened. So now I've got to build a pretend boat on dry land, but I'll do anything to cheer up the Skipper.

September 11, 1967

The Maritime Board, after three years, has found the Skipper liable for the disappearance of The Minnow, although of course they don't know what really happened. The Professor had our sailors reenact the shipwreck, with the rest of us helping out, like Ginger and Mary Ann recreating the weather conditions. It turned out that Gilligan threw the untied anchor overboard.

Both Gilligan and the Skipper are depressed, even suicidal! Unlike Eva, they've actually tried to hang themselves, although they've been rescued in time. We can't watch over them, because they've retreated to Gilligan's favorite cave, out of guilt. I don't blame them for us being marooned, and I doubt any of the others do. (Well, maybe Mr. Howell.) I feel so helpless about this situation, and I don't think there's going to be a neat solution like usual.

September 12, 1967

Wow, I had another crazy dream last night! I was an admiral escorting a widowed queen (Mrs. Howell), all the princes and princesses (Ginger, Mary Ann, and the kids), and their ladies-in-waiting (Alice and Mrs. Martin), across the sea when pirates showed up. (The Skipper was Long John Silver, Mr. Howell Captain Hook, the Professor Captain Kidd, and Mr. Brady Blackbeard.) I tried to defend the royal family, but I was outnumbered. I woke up as the pirates made me walk the plank. I was scared at first to see Long John Silver snoring next to me, but then I remembered that the Skipper and I ran away to our favorite cave because we felt so bad about the shipwreck.

Then Captain Kidd, I mean the Professor, showed up and he said that the radio reported that the Maritime Board changed their minds. It turns out that the weather report we got at the time was an accidental repeat of the day before, which is why we didn't know about the storm warning. We're off the hook and, if we're ever rescued, we can go back to running our tour boat again. That is, if he wants to take the risk of another three-hour tour again, I mean.

September 13, 1967

The Maritime Board reversed their decision, after discovering that the wrong weather report had influenced the Skipper's decision to set out that fateful day over three years ago. It's strange to think how often our lives are changed by inaccurate information on the radio. And, yes, I'm relieved that the Skipper and Gilligan won't do themselves any harm, well, other than Gilligan's usual clumsiness of course.