NOT GUILTY
Gilligan winced as he was hit by Skipper's hat.
"Guess I should have moved the spear gun," he admitted, with a nervous chuckle.
He helped Skipper to his feet and the two tied the hammock back up. The Skipper made sure Gilligan's knots were firm before he lay down.
Gilligan, though, had troubled thoughts. "I guess were all safe then. It'd be kind of sad if one of them was arrested when we got rescued," he said, as he climbed back in his hammock.
The Skipper, who had closed his eyes, opened them again. "I hope you learned a valuable lesson, little buddy. I know I did."
Gilligan nodded. "Lesson about what?" he asked, confused as usual.
"About trust - you saw how everyone reacted to that newspaper clipping," the Skipper explained, with a sigh.
"Yeah - I'm glad the Professor made us trust each other," Gilligan answered, remembering how the Howells and the others were eavesdropping on the Professor.
"Uh-huh - we really got crazy! You did a good job playing Mr. Blake, little buddy. I'm proud of you," the Skipper said, drifting off to sleep.
"Thanks, Skipper."
Hearing the snores coming from below, he looked down to see the Skipper sleeping soundly. He got down from his hammock, grabbed his diary and a candle and tiptoed outside.
Dear Diary,
We ben here a lung tim now but I never thught we didnt trust ech uther. Its all that dum Blak guys fult, he hurt Prafeseer, Ginger, Mary Ann and the Howells and got kiled by a spere gun so we redid what happuned and I plaied him, but no une killd me, instid he was kiled when the dur was slamed causen the gun to fire. I hope nuthin else teres us apart lik this agan. I relly like them all.
Gilligan