Author's notes…. As always, the original copyright holders retain their rights, and this is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of the readers. Comments and reviews are always welcome, as long as they bear in mind that I am not a perfect typist, do not always get timelines right, muddle items from manga and anime without regard for canon, and have other personal quirks like my low sense of humour. I plan on staying on the ecchi side of things, but these last few entries are definitely mature in outlook.

While this is ostensibly a GI/OMG crossover, the goddesses are a minor active component of the story, which is focused on Gilligan and his running case of bad luck and misfortune.

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-Next Morning, Breakfast Time-

Mary Ann looked askance at the Professor, who was sitting opposite her.

He smirked slightly, and spoke "I'm to blame because Gilligan crashed and fell asleep before you could put on your fashion show?"

"No, I don't mean it that way but he did say something very odd. Could he have been saying the truth or was he just pulling our chains?"

"Let me ask the rhetorical question. Have you ever seen Gilligan pulling a prank or making some off-colour remark?"

"No, but could he?"

The Professor turned to the Skipper. "Well, what's your experience been with Gilligan?"

The Skipper frowned, looked down at his breakfast and then pushed it away from him. "Aside from knock-knock jokes at rare intervals, nothing really. No off-colour remarks; he does not seem to get the innuendos and double-entendres. Might be the sheltered life that he was raised in. Very strict, very private. That's as much as I could get from him and his service record when I was his commanding officer. Some of his previous commanders even commented on his performance appraisals that he was odd but nothing that could cause problems with the service or his performance of his duties. Some even called him a perpetual child, which pretty much sums up what Gilligan is. What exactly did he say last night that's causing all this concern?"

The three ladies blushed and looked amongst themselves. Finally Lovey looked at the Skipper and mimicked Gillian's voice. "Oh, those are wonderful! Did you bring one for me?"

The Skipper rested his chin in his and with the elbow resting on the table top as he muttered Gilligan's words to himself. Shaking his head from side to side, he said "Could he be interested in women's clothing?" Closing his eyes, he thought about it, then opened them and looked around the table. "Gilligan never showed any tendencies to show that he was …. you know … er….. I'm trying to say it politely…. Someone help me?"

Lovey chimed in "Light in the loafers" while Mary Ann went "interested in guys and not girls" while Ginger flopped her hand from her wrist and whistled two note. The Professor and Thurston just kept quiet but looked at everyone else.

The Skipper shook his head. "No, Gilligan was never like that, but thinking about it, there were some times when some –ahem, pardon my French- some dame would be walking by and Gilligan would look at her with a wistful expression. I mean, most sailors would be undressing the lady mentally but Gilligan never seemed to be doing that. In fact, he got ribbed about it a couple of times when the lady in question was not pretty. Yeah, he MIGHT have been looking at her clothes. Then there was the night after Gilligan was awarded the Navy Cross….."

Everyone looked at the Skipper with a gob-smacked expression.

The Skipper looked back with an equal expression. "What? No one ever wondered why Gilligan and I have stuck together all these years and why I call him Little Buddy?"

Most shook their heads or shrugged.

The skipper sighed and started in on his story. "It's got to be ten-plus years since then. Gilligan was a radio-mate, more of a technician since he could fix any radio or electrical appliance on board the ship. We were on a destroyer escort, the Minnow of all things, running some anti-submarine exercises before the ship was decommissioned. They were testing a rocket launched depth charge when one of the charge canisters failed, dropping a live and active depth charge on the deck, where it was rolling back and forth due to the ship's heaving in the seas active that day. Everyone was scattering out of the way, hoping that the next knock was not going to be the one that set off the depth charge. I didn't get out of the way fast enough and got jammed against a hatch and both of my legs broken. That's when Gilligan jumped forward and jammed a prybar under the depth charge, fixing it in place with me still pinned by it. He looked over his shoulder and yelled at everyone to unhook the section of railing by the depth charge launchers and to clear the deck. Everyone jumped to and got it done. Gilligan then released the charge and man-handled it as it rolled down the deck towards the opening in the railing. He must have timed things right as the charge rolled up against the scupper and stopped. He then pushed the prybar under the charge and levered it up and over the edge just as the ship started heaving the other way. By the time that the depth charge reached its set depth, the explosion was behind the ship but the deck got drenched and almost washed Gilligan overboard. Something that always happened to Gilligan – do something right and get punished by the universe."

The Skipper sighed, took a drink from his coconut and then continued. "The inquest was what recommended Gilligan for the Navy Cross. The actual medal presentation was also the pay-off or decommissioning ceremony for the Minnow. It was also my last Navy duty as they decided that I was sufficiently injured to be mustered out. Gilligan also resigned at the same time as we'd wound up becoming best friends during my recuperation before the cermony."

"After the ceremonies finished, the crew retired to one of the local bars, where we got joined by a constant stream of personnel from other ships on a continuous basis. Amazing how many people knew me or Gilligan or both of us over the years and who were buying us a drink. Needless to say, both Gilligan and I were feeling absolutely no pain that night. This particular bar, being located in a hotel, was one that had a lot of 'ladies of the evening', if you'll pardon my French, hanging around and the discussions quickly wound up with uncovering the sordid truth that Gilligan had seemingly never availed himself of their or anyone else's services during his entire Naval career. The response was that it was a total shame that Gilligan had led such a deprived life and that it was going to be rectified that evening. Which quickly resulted in a bevy of beauties circling around Gilligan like seagulls after fries on a beach. Not sure how she finally won Gilligan over, but one wound up firmly embedded in his lap for most of the evening and proceeded to be treated like a real lady by Gilligan and everyone else. Somehow, she convinced Gilligan to accompany her up the Bridal Suite and it was only when the party finally wound down hours later that Gilligan wandered back to the table. Still totally drunk and nearly insensible, but with an ear-to-ear grin on his face. To this day, I have no idea how the two of us got back to our respective billets, but both of us were definitely massively hung over the next day."

Another sip from the coconut cup, and he continued. "Gilligan had a huge amount of accumulated leave owed to him and immediately headed to his parents' town. The really odd thing was that about a week after the pay-off party, I happened to be in the self-same bar and the young lady who had been with Gilligan came up and asked about him. I told her that he'd gone home on leave and then would be heading for Hawaii afterwards. She looked disappointed and then handed me an envelope stuffed with money. According to her, everyone at the party had contributed to the 'Gilligan virgin no more fund' and she really couldn't take all that money. She then had the same grin that Gilligan had had when he got back. I did a quick count of the contents of the envelope, and returned it to her, mentioning that her fond memories matched those of Gilligan when he'd gotten back so she had definitely earned her pay. Next thing you know, I had her clamping around my neck and giving me a massive kiss, telling me to take care of Gilligan and that he was one of a kind."

"By the time that Gilligan got back from his leave and it was my official retirement, we both went back to the bar and looked for the lady. Gone. Apparently, however much was in that envelope helped her go elsewhere and start a new life. She did leave a letter for Gilligan but I've never read it and Gilligan's never mentioned what it said."

"So. Is Gilligan interested in wearing women's clothing? That's something that you're going to have to ask him and privately and be prepared not to share it with anyone else, no matter how juicy. Is Gilligan 'you-know'? Same thing. Since we're all living hand-in-pocket with everyone else, please don't hurt him. That's the one thing that I will not abide, as he is my best friend."

Author's Notes: Is Gilligan light in his Sketchers? Does Gilligan want to wear ladies clothing? Is Something else hidden in Gilligan's past that is causing his problems with women in general and his femal co-castaways in particular? Guess that you're going to have to wait for more updates.

Sorry about the short chapters but it's actually easier to stick to a specific item rather than trying to grind out tens of thousand of words between updates.

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