A/N King Kalawani was the king from the Gilligan the Goddess episode. I brought him into this story.
He is not going to have a big factor nor is the daughter I invented. One I needed to get a date for the Skipper and two I needed to have a lead in for something else to happen in the story. Anyway I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Skipper was out by the lagoon gathering up some vines to use as rope for hanging decorations for Mrs. Howell when he spotted a canoe. There was a familiar face in that canoe so he went up to the shoreline. "Greetings." He said the tribal king as it came ashore. "How are you King Kalawani."

The king smiled. "I am well. Thank you. We come to island to for delicious fruit that grow on trees. The papaya and mango very special to our tribe." He said as he stepped out of the canoe.

"Oh well you know we have plenty of that." Skipper smiled. "Gilligan and I will be happy to get some for you." He then noticed a female companion with the king. She looked to be in her late thirties. It was hard to tell sometimes with tribes their age. But that would have been the Skipper's guess. He assumed the king was probably in his sixties. "Say who is this lovely lady?" He asked.

The girl giggled and King Kalawani spoke. "This be my daughter Alana."

"Very nice to meet you Alana." The sea captain said tipping his hat. "Welcome to our island."

Alana just smiled and giggled again. She then said to her father. "He cute."

The king sighed and shook his head. "You say that about every male you come in contact with." He replied.

"I want him." She said.

"Not now daughter." The tribal king said. "We not here to find you man. We here for fruit."

Alana pouted and as usual her father relented. "Very well. Mr. Skipper sir. My daughter wish for you to be her man."

The sea captain was taken aback. "Me? I….I mean she is a lovey girl…" And he did mean that. Alana was very pretty. Had long silky jet black hair and her eyes were the color of the sea. Her skin was bronze and her features were soft and delicate. "I just.." He continued. "I just don't think I can be her husband…I mean…"

King Kalawani laughed. "No No. You misunderstood. Alana no wish for you to be husband now. She looking for uh date for a festival we are holding on our island in a few days."

"Oh." Skipper said. "You know we are having a party here tonight. Mrs. Howell and Mr. Howell are throwing their annual cotillion. Why don't you and your daughter join us?"

The king nodded. "We accept invitation. We like Howells."

"Well come on…let's get you back to camp so you can get reacquainted with everyone."

The trio arrived at camp and everyone was delighted to see the kind tribal king again.
They especially welcomed his daughter Alana. Mary Ann brought her to the hut she shared with Ginger saying she would help her pick out something nice for the party. Ginger went with them to help the girl with her hair and make-up.

Inside the hut they got to work brushing out the girls' hair. "You have such beautiful hair." The movie star said.

"Thank you kindly." Alana said. "Please tell me about handsome Skipper."

Mary Ann smiled. "Well he is a very kind man. A strong sea captain and a good leader."

"You think he could like me?" asked the tribal princess. "Most men in our village don't go near me. They afraid of father. I rarely get to be with a man. I see Skipper and I see a handsome strong man. I wish to get to know him."

Ginger grinned. "Well you know the invitation to the party does say dates are welcome. Maybe you could ask the Skipper if he would be your date."

"You think he would?" Alana asked hopefully.

Mary Ann shrugged. "I don't see why not. You should ask him."

"Okay I do that." She smiled. "You think perhaps if he agree that he will agree to be my date at festival on our island? We have big festival coming up. I have no date. You think he go?"

"I bet he would." Ginger said. "I bet he will have such a good time with you tonight at the party that he would be honored to attend the festival."

Alana beamed. "My father right. You are nice people. He said nice people live on this island. You very pretty girls. I like your red hair." She said to Ginger. "Very pretty."

"Why thank you."

Alana turned to Mary Ann. "You have pretty brown eyes."

"That's sweet of your to say."

"Tell me. You two have uh boyfriends?"

Mary Ann giggled. "Well I happen to be very fond of Gilligan. And Ginger here is just crazy about the Professor."

"Oh that is so romantic. You get stranded with these wonderful men. You both shall be invited to our festival too. You can be goddesses!"

"Goddesses?" Mary Ann said blankly.

Alana laughed. "I think it silly but my father won't break from tradition. He believes in gods and goddesses. He think there is a moon goddess and a goddess of the sea. We have festival celebrating. I do not believe in this. You see when I was a little girl this group of nice people found our island and told us all about this wonderful man named Jesus. They give me this book called a Bible. I believe in that. My father skeptical still but he lets me believe what I wish. I think sometimes he may also believe in this Jesus however he is stubborn about breaking away from his old ways. I tell him stories from Bible and he enjoy them. He particularly like story about Moses."

"I see." The farm girl said.

"At festival we chose two women to represent moon goddess and sea goddess. I think you both should have honor. You don't really have to believe and you won't be made to. It just for fun."

"Well that does sound like fun." Ginger said. "I would be honored to be the moon goddess."

"Hey." Mary Ann said. "Why do you get to be the moon goddess?"

"Because silly you have to be the sea goddess. It only makes sense. Gilligan is a sailor and he would think it sweet you are a goddess of the sea."

"Oh yeah." The brunette said. "It would be. Okay I'll be happy to be the sea goddess."

"Wonderful." Alana said clapping her hands. "I tell father later. Oh wait we need another goddess…You see there is also a goddess of nature. She is the wise one."

Ginger spoke. "Well I'm sure Mrs. Howell wouldn't mind."

"Wouldn't mind what dear?" The older woman said as she entered the hut. "What are you talking about?"

Mary Ann explained. "Alana here wants to invite us to a festival on her island. Ginger and I are going to be the moon and sea goddesses. They need one more. The goddess of nature. We thought maybe you could fill that role."

"Why how charming!" Mrs. Howell declared. "I would be delighted! Oh but what does a goddess wear?"

Alana smiled. "You not worry. We take care of that. We have many beautiful outfits for you to chose from."

"Well then it is all settled. I'm going to be a goddess! Oh wait till I tell Thurston!"

The three women then got to work finishing Alana's make over. She was pleased with the results. Her hair was swept up on top of her head and the make-up really brought out the beauty of her eyes. A touch of blush was added to her cheek bones. The outfit they chose for her suited her to perfection. They took one of Mrs. Howell's dresses which had a purple flower pattern and cut it into a two piece ensemble. They placed a pretty white flower behind her ears. Then they used Mrs. Howell's perfume to spray in her hair and on her skin. Alana thanked the women and went out in search of the Skipper. She found him sitting at table with her father laughing and talking. "Hello." She greeted with a smile.

The sea captain turned his head. "Wow." He said. "You look very pretty Alana. The girls did a great job."

"Thank you." She said. "I wish to ask something of you. Mary Ann and Ginger say dates welcome for party. I would like you to be my date."

"Me?" The captain said with wide eyes. "You want me?"

"Yes you. I like you. I think you are very handsome."

"Well." He said grinning. "Alana I would be happy to be your date."

"Oh good!" She said clapping her hands. "I have another favor to ask." She turned to her father. "Papa, I wish to invite these nice people to festival. Mary Ann and Ginger agree to be goddess. That nice lady Mrs. Howell also agree."

King Kawalani nodded. "I agree. We should have them over for festival. This okay with you?" He asked the Skipper.

"Why sure. We would like that very much. But we have no way to getting to your island…"

"We take care of." The king assured. "We bring canoes to island and you ride back with us."

"Very well. Okay we will be there."

"Skipper." Alana said. "I wish for you to be my date for festival too. Would you?"

The captain nodded. "I would like that very much."

"You are very kind." She said kissing his cheek. "Come…you show me island." Alana took his hand and pulled him away towards the jungle.

Mr. Howell appeared and greeted the king. "How good to see you again. My wife tells me she will be a goddess at your festival. I think that is splendid. Lovey makes an excellent goddess you know."

"She very nice woman." The king said. "You lucky to have her. My wife die three years ago. Very beautiful. Alana looks just like her. Me no find another wife."

"Well I am sure that one day a very nice woman will come along. Don't you worry. I'm glad I have Lovey. It's nice to have someone travel that rough road of life with!"

The men continued their talk and the Professor could not help but overhear what Mr. Howell said. It was true. It would be nice. How he would love for Ginger too…well he was taking that step. She was going to be his no matter what. It was just then at the movie star herself appeared. Looking quite gorgeous still. As if she had any trouble doing that.
"Hello Professor." She greeted.

"Ginger."

"Did you get your invitation to the party tonight?"

"I did."

"Isn't it swell of the Howells? I bet they threw the best parties back home."

"Most likely." The science man agreed. "Mrs. Howell loves to entertain."

"You know Professor." Ginger said moving closer. "The invite did say that dates are welcome…"

"I did read that yes." He replied.

"Can you believe that no one has asked me yet?" She said with a slight pout.

"You don't say." The Professor said folding his arms.

"I thought for sure maybe that mystery man who wrote me those wonderful letters would by chance…"

"Ginger." The academic said. "Would you like to be my date for the cotillion?"

A big smile went across her lovely face. "Oh Professor I would love that! Oh you are so wonderful to ask me!" She pressed her lips against his cheek.

"My pleasure." He stated.

"I have to go figure out what to wear now." She said. "I'll see you later. You will pick me up at my hut won't you?"

"Um…"

"Professor a girl likes to be escorted to a party."

"Oh" He said dumbfounded. "Okay. Well then I will pick you up at your hut."

"I'll see you then." She gave him one last kiss on the cheek before heading off.

Ginger squealed to herself as she entered her hut. The Professor asked her to be his date!
Oh she just knew he was the one! It won't be long now before he reveals this to her so she can declare him the most romantic man in the world and then…She blushed a bit to herself as an image for her dream came to her head.

The movie star went over to her little closet area and began sorting through her gowns trying to decide which one was best for reeling the Professor in.

Lagoon

Mary Ann held the basket while Gilligan picked the best flowers per the instructions of Mrs. Howell. She wondered if it was possible he was going to ask her to be his date. True he couldn't do a lot of dancing but his ankle was a lot better. He could move around a bit more on his crutch.

"You think these are good." He asked the farm girl holding up a bunch of pink and white flowers.

"They are." She replied. "Put them in the basket."

He dropped them in and hobbled over to another area. "This reminds me of the time Mrs. Howell told me to pick flowers for her and give them to you."

Mary Ann smiled at the memory. "Yes I recall that. She was trying to match us up the dear sweet woman."

"I told you if I picked flowers it would be for someone as sweet as you. I meant it. You are very sweet Mary Ann."

"Oh Gilligan that's so nice of you to say." She gushed. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He said straightening up. "Mary Ann I won't be much of a dancer, but would you be my date for the party tonight?"

"I would love that!" Mary Ann exclaimed. "I would love to be your date!"

"I don't think you will be able to dance with the Professor. Ginger will most likely monopolize him. Well Skipper had wanted to get a few dances with you but he may not because of that tribal girl. I can try to dance but I don't know. Skinny Mulligan once tried to dance with crutch and he ended up….

Mary Ann laughed. "Don't worry about that. We can still have fun I promise."

"Thanks Mary Ann." He grinned.

"Oh thank you Gilligan. You are the dearest sweetest soul ever." With that she placed a kiss right on his lips. His eyes went wide as she did this and she let go. "I will see you later." She said taking the basket with her.

The sailor man just stood there with an astonished look on his face.