After having to completely rewrite this chapter due to my annoying brother deleting the original chapter, I present you with the next chapter of Dusty's Island ^^ I know this one is shorter than the others, but the next chapter should (hopefully) be longer than this one. In the meantime, enjoy the latest chapter =3
20th Century- Gilligan's Island
Walking into camp, Mary Ann and Ginger noticed Dusty sitting at the table. Frowning a little, they sat their basket on the ground and walked over to him. Both girls looked him up and down carefully, both thinking he was Gilligan as well.
"Gilligan, how did you beat us back here? And why are you wearing that costume?" Mary Ann asked curiously.
"I always wear this. And I'm Dusty." Dusty replied, getting a bit annoyed at having to repeat his own name over and over.
Mary Ann and Ginger looked at each other, both growing concerned. Looking back at Dusty, Mary Ann sat down next to him. "Gilligan, are you feeling alright? Maybe you should go see the Professor."
"I feel fine and I already talked to someone called 'Professor'. He says I'm physic...psychic...psycho...he said I'm not Gilligan." Dusty said, giving up trying to remember the word the Professor had used.
"I think we better go talk to the Professor." Ginger said worried for her young friend.
"Good idea, Ginger." Mary Ann said, her own concern clear in her voice. With one last look at Dusty, the two women headed for the Professor's hut and disappeared inside.
"I better get outta here. These people are crazy." Dusty muttered to himself. Getting up, he snuck away from the table and into the jungle. Once out of sight of the huts, he made a run for it.
In the Professor's hut, Mary Ann and Ginger stood next to their friend.
"Professor, what's wrong with Gilligan?" Mary Ann asked.
"I'm uncertain. But from what I can discern, Gilligan is suffering from a form of dissociative identity disorder." The Professor replied, looking up from a book he was reading on mental health problems.
"Oh my...is there anything we can do to help him?" Ginger asked, not really sure what the Professor was talking about. But to her, it sounded serious.
"As of right now, I am unable to find a cure for it. Not much is known about it, except a person suffering from it experiences times when they act entirely out of character. Much like what is happening to Gilligan," The Professor explained. "And until I can come up with a cure, I want him to remain near the huts."
"We better make sure he doesn't leave. Let's go Ginger." Mary Ann said, looking up at her red haired friend.
"Oh I hope whatever Gilligan has isn't contagious." Ginger said, following the younger girl out. Outside, the girls stopped suddenly when Dusty was nowhere in sight. "Where'd he go?"
"I don't know. You better go get the Professor." Mary Ann said as she began to search the other huts.
By the time she finished checking the last hut, Ginger and the Professor were coming out of his hut, the Professor looking concerned.
"I can't find him anywhere." Mary Ann said, going over to her friends.
"Let's find the Skipper and the Howells. They can help us look for Gilligan." Ginger said.
"Good idea, Ginger." The Professor said. "Mary Ann, wait here until we return. There's a chance Gilligan will return. If he does, do not let him leave." At her nod, Ginger and the Professor hurried off to locate the rest of the castaways.
2 hours later...
Stretching and yawning, Gilligan sat up and scratched an itch on his side. He had found a quiet shady spot under a young palm tree where moss and grass covered the ground, creating a naturally soft bed to nap on. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, the first mate opened his mouth wide with another yawn before blinking and looking around. Settling his hat back on his head, he rose to his feet before stretching one last time.
"Boy that was a good nap. I really oughta take naps here more often." Hearing a loud growling sound, Gilligan jumped suddenly, ready to bolt. That is, until he realized his stomach was making the growling sound. Looking sheepish, he patted his belly in an attempt to quiet it. "I'm starved. I wonder if the girls got dinner ready yet." Grinning to himself, Gilligan headed towards camp.
Meanwhile on the beach...
Callahan groaned as he came back to the land of the living. His head ached dully, though why it did, he had no idea. Sitting up slowly, he put a calloused hand to his forehead in an attempt to decrease the ache. When it seemed like his headache finally decided to go away, Callahan took a good look around. What he saw made his jaw drop. While he had seen beaches and the ocean on the east coast, the plants were something new entirely. The strange palm leaves, ferns, bird of paradise plants, unusual trees and other assorted flora reminded the wagon master of some of the plants he had seen in a couple of books he'd seen Andy read during their nights camping and days of just taking it easy when the wagon and stagecoach were stopped for an extra day.
Like a slap to the face, Callahan immediately remembered the young man had been with him when the storm hit. Getting to his feet, Callahan scanned the area for any sign of his book smart friend. At a time like this, the last thing he needed was another person missing. Know it seemed, not only was Dusty still missing, but Andy was too.
"Andy. Andy, where are ya?" Callahan called out, pausing to listen for any kind of response. Not hearing anything, he frowned before calling out again. "Andy, if you can hear me, say something." Pausing again, Callahan listened carefully. Above the sound of the waves crashing to shore, the birds and animals calling out and the gentle rustle of leaves in the summer breeze, the wagon master heard a faint groan coming from somewhere nearby.
Walking off in the direction the groan came from, Callahan searched carefully for the source of the sound. It took a few minutes, but finally he found the source of the groaning. Laying on some soft grass, Andy lay on his back. He was awake, but clearly dazed and confused.
"Andy, are you alright?" Callahan asked, kneeling next to the younger man and helping him to sit up.
Andy groaned again and put a hand to his forehead. "I..I think so. What happened?" He asked after the pain his head faded to an ignorable ache.
"I ain't sure. But either we've died and gone to the Great Beyond, or we're at the beach, surrounded by a lot of strange plants and animals. The latter of which seeming to be the case."
"The beach?" Andy asked, taking a good look around. Getting to his feet, he frowned. "This is impossible. We were hundreds of miles from the nearest beach."
"Tell that to the beach and ocean."
Andy sighed. "We better find some fresh water. Afterwards, we'll try to figure out what to do and try to find out where we are."
"Alright. Let's get going. I wanna get out of here and get back to searching for Dusty." Callahan said, leading the way into the jungle, Andy following close behind.
Uh oh...looks like Andy and Mr. Callahan are in a pickle themselves. Even with Dusty gone, he still manages to get the others into trouble x3 And the moment everyone has been waiting for, will be coming soon.
Kiwi says thank you to all the wonderful reviews ^^ (As I type this, he's dancing along to some music) We're both glad to know you all are enjoying this story.