THE KIDNAPPER

Hi all, I guess you noticed I used parties as my theme for a lot of my tags, but then again, there is nothing much to do on this island… lol. This ends disc one of season three and that makes only eighteen tags to go.

I really hope your enjoying these as much as I had fun writing them. At first I thought only Callensensei liked these, so I am very pleased with all the new people on the island. I own nothing. Still I wish I did! These guys were cool. RIP those we lost on the island. This is one of the few rare different ones based on another character. I blame Ginger entirely for this blown rescue don't you? Well she has her first entry here. Before this ends I will make a snippet of everyone getting least one entry in their own journals, just so you can see what the other six are thinking.

Everyone but Ginger shook their head, turned, and started walking back to camp. It was useless now to even try and catch Wylie. The seven split into groups of two leaving Ginger out. Though no one spoke it, the movie star could tell she screwed the rescue this time. She allowed her friends to move ahead before following a short distance behind them.

I thought for sure he was fine, she thought angrily, to herself. She knew the group would forgive her soon, but the guilt still clouded her mind. We have definitely been on this island too long now… I'm starting to trust everyone… something I never did before, she realized. Living in Hollywood, the young actress was used to people coming on to her. I used to never trust anyone… I used to be smarter than this.

"That girl has to get her head out of the clouds, that or stop spending time with Gilligan," Mr. Howell muttered to his wife.

Ginger gasped slightly. It wasn't the words, but the anger behind them.

"I blame myself for this," Ginger then heard the Professor mutter to Mary Ann.

"Oh, Professor, it wasn't you - We all thought Wylie was good after Ginger told us what she learned," Mary Ann responded.

That also stung; the words more this time. She HAD been pretty convincing to her friends. She then glanced to Skipper and Gilligan, who were also whispering.

"I tell you, little buddy, if I didn't like her so much, I'd yell at her for being so naïve… It's like I always tell you, you just can't trust a stranger… especially people who are crooks."

Gilligan nodded. "Yeah… I'm just glad I'm not the one being blamed for this! I'm not am I?" he asked, and the Skipper shook his head.

"No, Gilligan. Trust me, if I thought you were guilty you'd know it," he answered.

Ginger had heard enough.

"Stop! Just stop it, already!" she pleaded.

Everyone stopped and turned around. "What do you mean Ginger? We're just walking back," Mary Ann asked, and Ginger folded her arms.

"Talking about me… I heard everything you all said just now." Everyone looked away, sheepishly. Ginger sighed and shook her head. "Now what I know how you feel when we're mean to you, Gilligan. I'm sorry I screwed this up, guys," she added. Ginger had tears running down her cheeks by then, and hurried past them – sobbing softly.

"Ginger… Aw, guys, she didn't mean this… I know it's like when I mess up… It's all an accident," Gilligan voiced.

"Gilligan's right! We can't turn against each other… She didn't just go unlock him herself… She told us, and we all agreed," the Skipper said.

The others nodded, realizing they were just being mean, and the six ran after their friend.

Ginger didn't get far. She was ten feet away, standing by a tree when they caught up with her.

"I can't do anything about Wylie, but here, Mr. Howell, this is yours," she said handing him a sack. "It's the ransom money."

"It's still here?" Mary Ann asked, stunned, and Ginger nodded.

"I saw it hidden as I ran by this tree," Ginger said with a smile. I guess Wylie forgot it." Then her smile vanished. "Well… We better get back home," she said quietly.

Mary Ann grabbed her arm, quickly. "Wait, Ginger… Please don't cry any more, we're sorry for hurting you… We all were fools" she said, and everyone nodded.

"But, I…" Ginger started, but the Professor held up his hand, stopping her. He lifted her hands and looked into her eyes.

"You just believed what we all hope… That all humans can live peacefully like the seven of us, but I'm afraid the world we came from doesn't live like that."

Ginger nodded. "It should."

"That, my dear, would be a miracle. Come on – Let's head back to our home away from home. We'll get rescued, someday," he said, walking past her.

Mary Ann put her arm around Ginger's shoulder and Ginger's arm circled the brunette's waist.

A few minutes later, they arrived at their respective huts and went inside. Sure enough, a moment later, Gilligan came back out carrying his diary - only he wasn't alone - Ginger came back outside, too, also carrying a small book.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, as Gilligan had reached the table first.

"No, there is plenty of room," he said, confused as to why she'd ask. C After all, he didn't own the table.

She smiled and sat beside him and the two wrote in silence. Ginger kept her arm around her book so Gilligan couldn't peek. The first mate chuckled and opened his journal.

Dear Diary,

Anutheer rescu foyld. A guy wus here and he took the gerls fer ransum that mistier Howell payd. We cught the guy but Ginger tulded us he was guud so we freeed him. He stole my liter and other stuf then ran off. Gess cant trust peepil lik skipper says.

Gilligan

Ginger watched Gilligan write, knowing everything was probably misspelled. She loved watching him though, he truly was like an innocent child and she loved him for it.

Dear Diary,

Well, were still here and this time it is thanks to me. Mrs. Howell, then Mary Ann and then I were kidnapped by this crook named Wylie. Luckily Mr. Howell paid the ransom!

Like I said, it's my fault were here still. See, we found the guy and found out guy has a boat. We should have kept the roach here and behind bars, but I was sure I could help him. I convinced everyone to free him. We did, and guess what? He stole our stuff and his boat WE helped him fix and went back to civilization without us!

The wolves apparently attack here, too - I thought it was only Hollywood that such things happen.

Luckily, Diary, the six people I'm with are the best, because no one is holding this against me. I think their afraid to, but I'm not complaining. If something fails you make do with what you got and right now all I've got is them.

Until I shine back on Hollywood, yours forever,

Ginger Grant.