To finish off the challenge, I'm writing a drabble for each Castaway.
And thanks for the thoughts and prayers for Justin's family and friends.
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Waiting for sleep to come, the ring on his finger itched, the way it did when he considered its fate.
It was the ring given to him by his father, who in turn received it from his father, and his father before that. It was 200 years old, passed from father to son without fail.
But what would become of it? Years of service in the Navy had not left time for a family.
The snoring above him reminded him that the ring would go to someone. He was not related by blood, but Gilligan truly was the Skipper's son.
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