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An AU scene for Two on a Raft. This takes place the morning after Gilligan and The Skipper leave to try and get help.

Ginger sighed as she watched the sun rise and took a nail file out of her purse. As she began to file one of her nails she wondered how the captain and first mate were doing.

"Excuse me Miss Grant!" Came a quiet voice from behind her.

She turned around to see the young farm girl looking nervously at her.

"It okay Mary Ann! You can call me Ginger!" She replied warmly.

Mary Ann shifted nervously and looked around. Then she gestured for Ginger to get closer to her.

"By any chance do you have any sanitary pads on you?" Mary Ann whispered.

"Oh I'm so sorry I'm afraid I don't!" Ginger replied apologetically.

She put her nail file away as Mary Ann winced and rubbed her forehead.

"Perhaps Mrs. Howell has some!" Ginger replied as she put a gentle hand on Mary Ann's shoulder.

"Mrs. Howell? Oh she must be well into her 50's." Mary Ann sighed.

"It doesn't hurt to ask!" Ginger replied as she lead Mary Ann away.

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Mr. Howell was trying to make himself a golf club out of a bamboo stick and a clam shell while Mrs. Howell was on the beach near the Minnow fanning herself. She sighed and rubbed her forehead with the back of her sleeve.

"Excuse me Mrs. Howell!" Came the farm girl's voice. She turned and saw her walking up with the actress.

"Are you okay?" The actress asked looking concerned.

"Ugh! A word to the wise girls!" Mrs. Howell replied as she closed up her fan. "Enjoy your youth while you can. I've had menopause for two years and the frequent hot flashes have finally run it's course."

"They start at 50 right?" Ginger asked as she and Mary Ann looked at each other.

"One would think but no!" Mrs. Howell sighed as they sat down on a log. "It starts anytime after 40. My monthly's stopped at 43 then it was nonstop hot flashes. I'm 49 in a couple of months and I do believe I experienced my final one as you walked up after not having one for a couple of months. Or it could've been this dreadful island's heat."

"Mrs. Howell may I ask you a question?" Mary Ann interrupted shyly.

"Why of course dear!" Mrs. Howell replied.

"By any chance did you bring any sanitary pads with you?" Mary Ann whispered into her ear.

"Oh I believe so!" She replied and gestured for the girls to follow her. "Both Mr. Howell and I have much younger sisters and both of them left a few of their trunk at a couple of our houses and we brought them along to take on the plane with us."

They followed her over to the edge of the beach underneath some shady trees where several of the Howells' trunk were placed. She walked up to a few that were stacked on top of each other.

"Oh dear the one I need is on the bottom. . ." Mrs. Howell began but Mary Ann lifted each trunk like they were nothing. "My word thank you."

"Now this would be Mr. Howell's sister's trunk and she's about your size Mary Ann." Mrs. Howell replied as she ruffled through the trunk. "So if you're in need of a change of clothes just ask!"

"And Ginger my sister is around your size if you need anything." Mrs. Howell replied as she handed Mary Ann a pack of pads.

"Thank you so much Mrs. Howell you're a lifesaver!" Mary Ann quickly replied and and ran off.

"Do you need any pads dear?" Mrs. Howell asked Ginger.

"Oh um no I'm uh good for now thank you!" Ginger awkwardly replied. "But maybe I could take a look at your sister's clothes!"

"Of course!" Mrs. Howell replied curiously raising an eyebrow.

As Mrs. Howell opened her sister's trunk she thought she heard Ginger sigh. She picked up the first dress that was on top a crystal beaded orange dress.

"Oh how gorgeous!" Ginger replied as Mrs. Howell handed her the dress. "Are you sure she wouldn't mind me borrowing these?"

"Of course not dear!" She replied as she held up a stunning white sequined dress. "She and her husband just had their second child and she was going to donate all of these to charity anyway."

Mrs. Howell noticed Ginger's eyes begin to well just as Mr. Howell walked up with a makeshift golf club. Mrs. Howell gave her husband a look just as the Professor came running up with a conch shell.

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