It had been one day already, since the group discovered that the boat was missing. Ginger was convinced that some new, undead thing that they were unaware of, had taken the boat and sailed off with it!
The Professor had practically called Ginger stupid for thinking that! He reminded her of the condition of the zombies, and how they were in no condition to walk in a straight line, much less commandeer a boat.
Ginger didn't appreciate being practically called stupid.
The Skipper didn't appreciate how Ginger had suddenly been putting him off. Clearly, she had only had sex with him to get his vote! Hiding his annoyance over the whole thing was easy to do, because Gilligan got stranger and stranger! And for the life of him, Skipper could not shake the feeling that Gilligan had stolen the boat and hidden it somehow! He certainly now had the strength to do such a thing.
But when Skipper tried to think of a motive, none came to mind. So he let it go. After all, Gilligan wanted to get off of this island as much as anyone else.
The Professor had another theory: that there was another zombie on the island and that 'super strength' was associated with whatever virus turned them undead. And somehow, Gilligan only managed to catch that part of the illness. It was the only thing that made sense to him.
Thurston Howell offered a reward to the thief, as a way of making them reveal where the boat had been hidden. But no one stepped forward.
Meanwhile, Alien Gilligan sensed the underlying tension within the group. And it was not hard to find out what was going on, from eavesdropping...
Ginger brushed her fluffy red hair, then put a diamond headband on. She stood up from the dresser mirror and avoided Mary Ann, who wanted to clear the air.
"I don't want to talk to you." Ginger said coldly.
"I didn't take the boat, Ginger!"
"I never said you did. But all of the hemming and hawing the Professor and you did around here, allowed someone else to steal it. If we had just left this place the moment that boat was found, we wouldn't still be here arguing with one another!"
Mary Ann folded her arms.
"And that's all that's bothering you?"
"What else would be bothering me?" Ginger asked, her manner growing even more surly.
"There is a rumor on this island, that you had sex with the Skipper...right in our hut! Oh Ginger! How could you? I don't know where to sit or what to touch!"
"That's a joke, right? Your high and mighty act? Because Skipper and I watched the Professor and yourself go at it...and not very well."
"How dare you!" Mary Ann snapped. "How dare you spy on us! That was an emotional and private moment!"
"And as I said before, not a very good one," Ginger purred, "how many men have you been with? The two of you looked as if you couldn't decide which way to move..."
"As opposed to you, Ginger? You just let the Skipper take you and do God knows what! That is savage! And it didn't get you off of this island, did it? I made love to the Professor because I wanted to. You used the Skipper and he likes you!"
"Leave this hut before I slap you." Ginger said coldly.
"Slap me then." Mary Ann said, unmoving. Ginger made a disgusted noise and skulked out of the hut. Mary Ann slowly sat down in front of the dresser/mirror concoction, unable to pretend that Ginger's hurtful words did not affect her.
The Professor and herself had agreed, that what had happened between them was a one time thing. That it could not happen again. And yet now Mary Ann could not help but wonder, if the Professor wanted it that way because their encounter was not enjoyable?
She stared at herself in the mirror and saw 'Gilligan's' reflection appear behind her. He was staring at her from the outside of the hut, gazing through a window.
"Gilligan?" Mary Ann said, turning around and standing up. Alien Gilligan stepped inside.
"I saw Ginger looking very angry. Does she blame you for the disappearance of the boat?" he asked curiously.
"She blames the Professor and I for slowing things down. Ginger figures if we had just left when she wanted to, the boat wouldn't have suddenly disappeared."
"Hmmm." was all Alien Gilligan said to that. He then reached for one of her pigtails.
"Okay," Mary Ann said, drawing out the word, "are you feeling alright?"
"Why do you wear your hair like this? Ginger and Mrs. Howell do not."
Mary Ann said nothing. Gilligan was sounding silly, like he usually did. Either his illness was going away or somehow he was getting worse!
She pressed a hand against his forehead. He didn't feel warm.
"What are you doing?" Alien Gilligan asked.
"I'm seeing if you have a fever."
"Why don't you tell me why you were arguing with Ginger? Does she think you stole the boat?" Alien Gilligan asked again.
Mary Ann took her hand away from his forehead and sat back down.
"No. It's something else. Something sort of related to the boat but not really."
Alien Gilligan crossed his arms.
"This is about what she did to the Skipper, am I correct?"
Mary Ann noted how formal Gilligan sounded, but didn't comment on it.
"Ginger saw something between the Professor and I. Her and the Skipper. The point is, I guess she feels as if we wasted time arguing when we could've left."
Alien Gilligan raised a brow.
"Your explanation makes no sense. Ginger 'saw' something between the Professor and yourself and then blames you for wasting time arguing?"
"Gilligan, it's nothing and I really don't want to talk about it." Mary Ann said, turning away from him.
Alien Gilligan walked over to her and quickly put his hand on the top of her head! Mary Ann then began to slump to the floor, as Alien Gilligan could see the events that were disturbing her.
And he had to say, he himself was not pleased to see that Mary Ann and the Professor had been intimate! He could also see Ginger insulting Mary Ann just now. Alien Gilligan removed his hand from head, picked her up and laid her out on her bed. He stood over her as she slowly came around.
"Gilligan? What happened?"
"You fainted. It must be the heat."
"It's not that hot today...oh well...I haven't eaten that much. Maybe that's it."
"Hmmm." was all Alien Gilligan said to that.
"What?" Mary Ann asked. "Why did you say that as if you don't believe me?"
"Because, you mumbled something as you were coming around," Alien Gilligan lied, "something about the not giving the Professor any pleasure."
Mary Ann gasped and sat up! She then jumped off of the bed.
"I said THAT? Oh my God. Gilligan, I am so embarrassed. It's bad enough that the Skipper and Ginger know. And the Professor..."
"It was the Professor's job to pleasure you, not the reverse." Alien Gilligan said stoutly, just as the Skipper stuck his head in the window.
"Mary Ann...uh Gilligan, I thought maybe we could hunt for the boat today." Skipper said.
"We hunted for it yesterday." Alien Gilligan said tiredly.
"I know that! But it's got to be somewhere on this island and..."
Alien Gilligan turned from Mary Ann and faced the Skipper.
"Why does it have to be on this island? Why would anyone think that? It is gone. Either it floated off or someone unknown took it. We should accept that and move on."
"Oh Gilligan," Mary Ann said, "don't say that. I mean if that turns out to be what happened, Ginger will be mad at the Professor and I for the rest of her life on this island."
The Skipper forgot Gilligan for a moment and addressed Mary Ann.
"Mary Ann, Ginger is not angry with you because of your voting with the Professor, necessarily. But if you had something with him, then you should have been honest and told him."
"They didn't have anything together," Alien Gilligan answered for her, "he took advantage of her."
"Gilligan!" Mary Ann breathed, "I never said that!"
"No, but I discerned it," Alien Gilligan said before turning to the Skipper, "and why are you taking up for Ginger? She used you for your vote."
"You don't know anything about it!" Skipper snapped.
"Don't I? She barely even looks at you now." Alien Gilligan said coolly. The Skipper opened up the hut door and looked as if he were going to challenge Gilligan, physically, when Mary Ann stepped between them.
"Okay, guys, stop this! Maybe we should ALL look for the boat! And Gilligan and I will go together." Mary Ann said, pulling on Gilligan's hand as they left the hut! Those two were about to come to fisticuffs in there! And with Gilligan's new strength, it would've been the Skipper that was the loser!
Meanwhile, the REAL Gilligan had been probed, and not in a good or wholesome way, by the aliens. Once his exam was completed, he was escorted to a door by two monstrous looking beings, and when that said door opened, he was pushed down a slide and into the lagoon!
The ship then disappeared. Gilligan noted this as he treaded water. The ship did not fly off, but disappeared. He hurried swam to shore, then crawled on the beach a bit, before sitting in the sand and taking off his shoes. He did not know what was going on, but he had to get back and tell the others. But would they believe him?
They had to believe something! After all, he had been missing all of this time. Maybe they were out looking for him? Gilligan put his shoes back on and stood up. Yes, they were out looking for him! And if that was the case, he needed to let everyone know he was safe and sound...oh and that there were aliens on the island!
The Skipper knocked on the Professor's bamboo door. The Professor, who was looking at a zombie blood sample through a microscope, looked up.
"Skipper. What brings you by? Here to accuse me of stealing the boat again?"
"No. But oddly, Gilligan said something that made sense."
"He did?" Professor said, raising a brow in wonder.
"Yeah, I know. From of all people. But getting bit by that zombie not only made Gilligan smarter, but now he has more sense! Anyway, maybe we just have to accept the fact that someone stole the boat. Maybe Miss Smith brought more people here than we thought and one of them took it."
The Professor was about to respond, when the real Gilligan ran in, out of breath! Skipper looked annoyed!
"Well Mary Ann and you didn't look for the boat for very long!" he noted.
Gilligan looked at Skipper like he was crazy!
"Mary Ann and I? That boat is gone? Where is Miss Smith? Did you find her?"
The Skipper and Professor looked at one another, then at Gilligan.
"What do you mean?" The Professor asked. "You know we did. She bit you and you suddenly became strong..."
The Professor now wondered if the bite Gilligan suffered from, was beginning to break down within his system. He actually looked terrible now. That combined with his blood loss from the bite...
"Gilligan, I'm putting you to bed." Professor ordered.
"What? I don't want to go to bed! I have to tell you about the aliens! They have this ship that's invisible in the lagoon! And they probed me in places no one should be probed!"
"Oh God, my poor, little buddy!" Skipper cried out, grabbing Gilligan and picking him up!
"Skipper! What are you doing?"
"Now you're doing what the Professor says! You're going to bed and you're going to let the Professor save you!"
"Let the Professor save me?" Gilligan repeated. "Why do I need saving?"
"Because you're dying." the Professor said quietly. Gilligan's mouth dropped open briefly, before he passed out! The kidnapping, the alien probing combined with this bad news, was too much for him to take at the moment. The Skipper shook his head sadly as he carried Gilligan back to their hut.
Mary Ann let go of Alien Gilligan's hand, once they were far enough away from the hut area.
"Gilligan! What has gotten in to you? What? How could you pick a fight with the Skipper like that?"
"I didn't pick a fight. He was out of line speaking to you like that. And the Professor was out of line seducing you as he did."
"The Professor did not seduce me!"
"Really? He was upset over a ZOMBIE dying, and that is when he chooses to make love to someone? He should have cried or kept his anguish to himself. Forcing himself on you was not the answer."
"Miss Smith was a person before she was zombie and..." Mary Ann trailed off.
"What?" Alien Gilligan asked.
"I never told you that what happened before the Professor and I were together. I know I did not 'mumble' that it happened after Miss Smith died. Were you watching us too, Gilligan? Is that how you know?"
Alien Gilligan's answer to Mary Ann's question, was to pull her forcefully to him and devour her mouth with his own! Mary Ann's senses soared, inexplicably, since she had never felt anything for Gilligan before this! But she found herself answering his lips until their kisses blended into one after the other.
Mary Ann's mouth stopped his, pulling back slightly.
"Gilligan, there is enough trouble on this island! We can't do anything!"
Alien Gilligan plundered her mouth again, and this time, reached down to pull down her shorts as they fell to the soft, jungle earth...
Alien Gilligan made love to Mary Ann with a primal ferocity that neither of them thought was possible. His thrusts were short, quick and confident and Mary Ann arched her back in response to each one of 'Gilligan's' penetrations. Her cries were piercing and non-stop. What was happening? How could she be in this situation with Gilligan? Gilligan was like a brother to her, wasn't he?
After, the unexpected lovers lay sandwiched together on the ground, and Mary Ann rolled on top of Gilligan. Alien Gilligan enjoyed the weight of Mary Ann's young breasts, resting on his chest and his hands slid up and down her back, to finally settle upon her buttocks.
"I know where the boat is." Alien Gilligan told her. Mary Ann lifted her head slightly.
"What?" Mary Ann asked. She could not have heard him right. Alien Gilligan decided that now, after such a sensuous exercise that he definitely wanted to repeat, would not be the time for a confession.
"It's chilly. I know where a coat is."
Mary Ann smiled.
"I'm not cold and I don't need a coat." she said, resting her head in the crook of Alien Gilligan's neck. He must be feeling better. Silly comments like that made him sound more like his old self.
Just a few feet away from behind a tree, Ginger turned away shaking her head! This was unbelievable! Mary Ann now had the Professor and Gilligan fixated on her! Ginger folded her arms and bit her lip. Well, maybe the Professor's attention could be swayed. And she intended to find out of such a thing was possible, right now.
Ginger sauntered off, passing some brush noisily. The motion caught the attention of the head hunter zombie, that the Howell's had thought dead, the other day in the jungle. He hissed, stood to full height and followed after Ginger back to the hut area.
