First mate's log:

June 2, 1972

I think Mary Ann is mad at me but I don't really understand why. I was telling her about the latest with the Brady kids, and she said, "I'm sorry, Gilligan, but I really don't have time for this." And, OK, this was at the pizza parlor, but it wasn't like it was the dinner rush or anything. I apologized for bothering her and left.

I'll just tell you that Molly Webber made up with Marcia and now both girls are going to co-host the banquet tomorrow night. And the Bradys will be in court a week from yesterday, and I'm not sure if I should ask the Skipper for time off to be a witness.

Carol Brady's diary:

June 4, 1972

Marcia looked lovely in her Navy blue formal with long sleeves last night. She said she had a lovely time at the banquet and Mr. Tobias is sure to remember her more than Molly, because Marcia stepped on his feet seven times! I would've been embarrassed about that at her age, but then again, I've never danced with an astronaut and they weren't really around when I was fifteen. Anyway, I'm glad something nice has happened, considering the court case still looming over us.

June 6, 1972

Oh wow, the Professor and Ginger got engaged! I didn't even know they were dating, but I wondered sometimes. The Skipper doesn't seem as surprised, but he's going to be best man. I feel a little jealous, but the Skipper's always been better buddies with him than I have. Like, sometimes they call each other "Skip" and "Prof," but they never call me "Gill." And when we were shipwrecked, they would listen to each other's ideas with respect, when they would act like I and the women, or even Mr. Howell, were being silly. Well, they respected and still respect Mr. Brady of course, but he was a widower and a father, so he didn't know what it was like to be a long-time bachelor.

Only soon the Professor won't be a bachelor anymore. I can't help thinking of how I proposed to Mary Ann last year and she turned me down but agreed to go steady, and now I feel like she wants to break up with me. The Skipper would probably be my best man if I ever got married, but now I don't know if I ever will. And, yeah, I was scared of marriage when I was in my early twenties, but I've grown up a lot since then.

I wonder if Mary Ann knows about the engagement. Those two girls aren't as close as when they shared a hut, and now they live on different islands and run their own businesses. But they're still friends. I'd like to talk to her about it, but if she's still mad at me, and she's mad at Ginger for not making her maid of honor or something, that might make it worse.

June 8, 1972

Well, I finally had my day in court. Mr. Duggan continued to be underhanded, even wearing a fake neck brace! He claimed he got whiplash in the accident, which he of course blamed me for.

Mike played a trick on Mr. Duggan, but it was only fair under the circumstances. He'd brought his briefcase, with the documents I needed, including insurance, And he suddenly threw it on the floor, close enough to startle Mr. Duggan and make him swerve his head. The judge realized the fraud and I won the case! (Yes, thanks to a case.)

More good news. Since we were on Blenford and the court was adjourned earlier than we expected, we decided to drop in on the Professor, since it's been awhile. And he told us he's engaged, to Ginger! I used to hope they'd get together, just like I hoped for Gilligan and Mary Ann, but I honestly haven't given it much thought lately, particularly compared to the old days when there were just sixteen of us and all on one small island.

Anyway, I'm very happy for them of course. The wedding is going to be small and simple, on Blenford at the end of August. Bobby and Cindy do want to go to this wedding, and the Professor said all our kids are welcome. Marcia is of course very excited and she couldn't wait to share the news with Jan, although Cindy blurted it out as soon as we got home.

Alice made a crack about her own unmarried state, but she is happy for them. I would try to fix her up with the Skipper, but, well, I think that ship has sailed. And I'm still rooting for Sam.

June 10, 1972

I ended up not getting time off work to go to Mrs. Brady's traffic trial. The Skipper felt like I wasn't really a witness. But she won without me anyway.

Yesterday I told Ginger about it. It was a time of day when she wasn't doing a TV show and while the ferry was doing a longer layover. So we got a late lunch together.

"...And then Marcia said..."

"Uh, Gilligan, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Ginger, anything."

"Do you talk to Mary Ann about the Bradys a lot?"

"Well, I don't know if I'd call it a lot, but they're an important part of my life, and we were shipwrecked with them."

"Don't get me wrong. I think they're wonderful people, one of my favorite families."

"Exactly. And Mary Ann likes them, too."

"She does but, well, I'm not sure if I should be the one to tell you this but..."

"What?"

"Well, she told me that you act like they're your family. Like they're the most important people in the world to you."

"They are important, but not more important than the Skipper, or Mary Ann. Uh, not that you're not important to me, Ginger. Or the Professor. Or the Howells."

"Thank you, but only one of us is your girlfriend. And I don't think she knows how important she is to you."

"Oh. But I asked her to marry me last year!"

"I know, but she wasn't sure then and she's still not sure."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"You need to talk all this out with her."

"But she doesn't want to talk to me when I've tried!"

"Then you need to make some romantic gesture."

"And that would work?"

"Not by itself, but it would get her attention and then you could talk to her."

I guess it won't hurt to try, and Ginger has always known a heck of a lot more about romance than I do.

June 12, 1972

We hadn't heard from Aunt Jenny recently, but today Jan received a leg cast in the mail! Jenny broke her leg skiing in Switzerland and she got autographs from some of her celebrity friends, like Jean-Claude Killy and Paul Newman! As soon as she got it removed, she thought of sending it to her "soul sister." It's a strange gift but Jan feels flattered by it.

June 14, 1972

Well, I did something stupidly romantic and Mary Ann laughed at me. I dressed as a medieval troubadour, with a lute and tights and everything. I sang her a love song I wrote. (Luckily, "Mary Ann" is pretty easy to rhyme. I'm glad I'm not in love with Ginger. Well, for a lot of reasons.)

Maybe I shouldn't have shown up at the pizza parlor. I guess it's a good thing she didn't get mad and kick me out. And she did say she'd talk to me later, so I guess that's progress.

June 16, 1972

Well, the school year is over and we got the kids' report cards. The six of them had a total of 12 A's, 29 B's, and seven C's, which isn't bad really. One of those C's is Peter's for Science, which is better than it could've been, if he hadn't finally knuckled down.

And now it's time for Mike to go back to high school. We're flying out of Blenford later this morning. (We're going to trust Greg with the boat while we're gone, and I just have to hope that there are no Mr. Duggans out on the sea when he is.) I'm still not any closer to figuring out who Bobo is, but maybe inspiration will strike me if and when I meet her.

June 18, 1972

Mary Ann and I are engaged! We finally sat down and talked everything out. It was sort of like Ginger said, but not quite. Mary Ann wonders if I can put a family that we could make together— us and maybe a few kids— ahead of the Bradys. I convinced her enough that she's agreed to a year-long engagement. We'll see how it goes. And it's not that I have to give up the Bradys or anything, just pull back a little. She loves them, too, but she tries to keep her life balanced.

"I couldn't love anyone more than I love you, Mary Ann," I whispered.

"Oh, Gilligan!"

We haven't told anyone except the Skipper yet. He's very happy and has promised to give Mary Ann away. Yes, she has her Uncle George, but he isn't as big a part of her life as he was before the shipwreck. Yes, I want to tell the Bradys, and Alice, but it can wait. I hope things are going well at Mr. Brady's high school reunion.

June 20, 1972

Mike and I are heading back to Blenford. We both had fun at his reunion, and I think he was proud of his success, not only as an architect but as a family man. Everyone was very nice to me, and I got the chance to talk to people who remembered meeting Barbara at Mike's fifth- and tenth-year reunions. (I'll have to tell the boys about that when we get home. I don't think Bobby remembers his mother, but he still has her picture.)

As for Bobo, with every woman I met, I wondered if she was Mike's type. Not in a jealous way but just as part of solving the mystery. Some women were of course wives of his classmates who attended other high schools, so I could rule them out. And I've basically memorized Mike's senior yearbook by now.

But then one woman walked right up to me and said, "Hi, I'm Bobo!"

I was disappointed that my detective work was for naught, but relieved that I won the bet. And very amused of course. Mike was in the men's room at the time, so he didn't realize.

I collected on the bet back at our hotel, but I'm not going to tell even my diary the details.