SHIP AHOAX
He looked up at the bright dark blue sky, at its calmness.
"Skipper, I'm sorry for whatever made us fight," he said softly, and the Skipper smiled.
"Come on, help me fix the hammocks," the Skipper said, and Gilligan grinned. The work took less than a half-an-hour.
"I'm going to get me a snack; finish tying your hammock up, little buddy," the Skipper said, and patted his friend's shoulder.
He nodded, and as the Skipper left, Gilligan noticed some twine on the table and had a sneaky thought. As quickly as he could, he attached the twine to a blanket and strung it over the hut's rafters, bringing the end of the string to his top hammock. Just before his big buddy returned, he jumped into the hammock and waited until the Skipper settled into his bunk, happy he didn't notice it. They talked about the séance and Gilligan decided to use his own trick – after, of course, lying about not believing in magic.
"Skipper, I think it might get cold tonight. Do you want me to get some blankets?" he asked, holding in a giggle.
The Skipper sighed. He knew if he made Gilligan get up, somehow he'd fall or trip or something, and land on him. "I'll get it for you," he said, taking the safe approach.
"That's okay, Skipper, I'll get it," Gilligan insisted, trying to remain serious. "Blanket, blanket, on the shelf, come to Gilligan, by yourself!" he instructed, pulling the string in his hand, watching as the blanket flew and landed on him in a smooth motion. Then he watched happily as Skipper sprang to his feet… stunned. Pulling his hat over his eyes, he went to sleep, happy as a clam at the Skipper's bewildered look.
It was peaceful for a while, and Gilligan fell asleep, even forgetting about his diary, he was so comfortable. A little while later, a hut door opened and someone, carrying a candle and a book, went to the bamboo table.
The madness seemed to have dissipated, but I fear it will strike again. My plan seemed to have made slow progress, but our faith in each other has lessened greatly. The seven deadly sins are striking; rescue seems to be our only hope for survival.
"I hope you're happy now," Ginger whispered, creeping up on him. Roy Hinkley winced, but took hold of her hands.
"Ginger, we had to end it," he argued, and Ginger shrugged. I liked the attention though, she thought.
"I suppose - I guess I let myself get carried away. I told Gilligan he'd be captain of his own ship," she admitted, and the Professor shook his head.
"The island madness is affecting us all. Our little trick seemed to help though, Gilligan and Skipper righted their hammocks," he said, and Ginger smiled.
"Mary Ann and I called a truce and I think the Howells did, as well," she added. Then she looked at him seriously. "Seems we been at each other a lot - First those mind reading seeds Gilligan found, then Mr. Howell then drops an invitation…" she said, and the Professor nodded. "I… I can't think about this any more. Thanks for helping with the séance, I'm glad it's over," she said, kissing his cheek, she darted off.
The Professor watched her leave, touching his cheek.
By Ginger and me deceiving them we seemed to slow down the madness, but our friendships are in jeopardy…
He finished writing and left for his hut, unaware of the first mate crouching below him, under the table. Gilligan waited till he was alone before popping out, holding his own candle, book and pen.
"So I'm not the only one," he murmured, and he too thought about the castaway's trust issue, as well.
Dear Diary,
Seams trust is a biggier isue then I thawt. Ginger and Prafeser tried calming the iland madniss with triks. I thenk he was under the table now diary from wat I herd. Its over now tho, I think prafeser has a diary too diary!
Gilligan