Authors note: I am terribly sorry for the delay in my writing. I have had this chapter drafted for a while! I appreciate every review! Enjoy!

The Captain was growing worried at everything to come.

" We just have to hope Gilligan doesn't mess this plan up for us or we could be...swimming with the fish." Skipper gulped.

" While the ceremony is going on, I'm going to examine the boats and find the best escape route for everyone so we can get off this island as quickly as possible." Professor said,

He was already thinking of a plan and coming up with another one in the back of his mind, in case something went wrong and they weren't able to get off the island.

He had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. This storm seemed to be picking up speed and he was nervous about what it would do to their island.

Back at camp, Lovey had been headed back towards her hut when she saw Thurston reading the financial page of the newspaper from their last morning in Hawaii.

The paper was starting to weather slightly. Lovey noticed he seemed hurt in a way. He didn't speak one word to her as she passed by.

Lovey sighed, hoping Thurston would want to speak to her at the wedding.

The others had no idea about the impending tropical storm. Skipper and Professor both agreed to keep things quiet until Professor had a plan of action.

Evening fell and the others had everything ready for the wedding.

Gilligan was getting his wig on and MaryAnn was applying his lipstick once more. He had smudged it while eating a banana.

" Gilligan! Hold still while I put more lipstick on you!" MaryAnn exclaimed.

" More? Why do I need more? This stuff gets everywhere." Gilligan said.

" Mmm although it does taste like berries." Gilligan licked his lips after MaryAnn had applied a little.

" You aren't supposed to lick it! Oh Gilligan why can you just stop moving. We have to get it right. You're our only chance of escape."

" I'm sorry MaryAnn. I'll try to be still. It's just that I'm nervous. It's my wedding after all." Gilligan gulped.

The professor was hiding in the jungle near the lagoon where the visitors were expected to arrive. He hoped once they did arrive they'd dock the boats so he could load their rations on.

Meanwhile back at camp, Thurston had music playing and the others minus Gilligan were waiting for the natives to arrive.

Ginger danced with both Thurston and the captain while MaryAnn kept her seat next to Lovey.

" Want a glass of champagne?" MaryAnn asks.

" No thank you. I'm really not in the party mood." Lovey says softly, keeping how she really felt hidden from the others.

She was jealous to see Thurston dancing with Ginger.

MaryAnn knew exactly why the older woman didn't want to be here.

Suddenly the others heard the loud sound of men's voices as people approached from the jungle.

The big native men were dressed up in special ceremonial garb for the wedding to take place.

" You have wife ready for ceremony?" The chief asked Thurston.

The women sat around the table as the men stood guarding them.

" Yes, yes we do. I'll go and get her. It will just be a moment." Thurston replies.

He took off to the hut where he found Gilligan, and he had fainted to the floor.

" Gilligan! Gilligan, my boy! Get up! They're here!" Thurston shook Gilligan gently.

" Hmm? Mister Howell? Oh it is you." Gilligan came too, sighing in relief before Thurston yanked him to his feet.

Gilligan smoothed out his dress and adjusted his wig before Thurston began speaking to him.

" Of course it is, boy! Now come on. We don't want to keep Attila the Hun waiting." Thurston motioned for Gilligan to follow him towards the others.

" Wait, I need to fix my lipstick!" Gilligan tried to grab it but Thurston pulled him right outside.

The chief stood waiting with the other men from his tribe as Thurston approached the group.

As the others waited for the ceremony to take place, the Professor was carefully loading their rations and belongings onto the end of the craft.

The boat would definitely fit the 7 of them and their belongings, however, he hoped it would get them to another island safely away from the tropical storm headed their direction, or even the shipping lanes if they would be so lucky.

The professor figured it would be best if Gilligan and the Skipper took the boat to try and get help but with the storm coming, he didn't want to risk any of their lives staying behind.

Thurston checked his watch after the ceremony had taken place. They had made a special punch with his private stock in hopes of getting the natives drunk.

Gilligan noticed the chief was a little wobbly during their dance. He pulled away to get a drink and hurried over to his big buddy.

" Skipper? Either he has two left feet or I'm a lousy dancer." Gilligan whispered.

" He just punch drunk. Mr. Howell gave us some of his strongest booze to mix in with the punch. We are giving it to them so we can have an easy escape." Skipper whispered.

" Ohhh. So I shouldn't drink it? I'm awfully thirsty." Gilligan wonders aloud.

" No! Of course not. Just be patient Gilligan. A few more minutes and the plan will be put into action." He bellows.

Gilligan only nodded before the chief was motioning for him.

" Make it fast. I want to get out of these heels. They really hurt my feet." Gilligan replied before walking away.

Skipper only managed a chuckle, before rolling his eyes. Somehow his first mate hadn't ruined their plan yet.

As the chief continued his dance, the professor snuck back to the picnic table just in time.

" Professor, you made it!" Skipper grinned.

" Just in time too, our plan seems to be working!" Professor exclaimed as the chief and the other native men passed out.

The girls cheered in delight.

" You and Mr. Howell get the girls down to the boat. Gilligan and I will be on our way soon." Professor said,

Jonas Grumby had never moved quicker in his entire life. He and the millionaire escorted the women to the waiting boat down by the lagoon.

Professor helped Gilligan out of his dress and they tied up the natives, binding their hands and feet together so when they awoke, they would have a hard time getting anywhere.

Gilligan threw his dress off and he and the professor made a mad dash down to the lagoon.

The sun was just starting to set and they needed to set sail before it got too late.

The two made it and hopped on the large boat.

" Let's get out of here!" Gilligan yelled as Thurston clamped his hands over the first mate's mouth.

" Sorry." Gilligan whispered once he moved his hands.

" Don't give us away. We must be quiet." Thurston stated.

The men helped row, even Thurston. He wanted to get off the island as badly as the others. He didn't consider this manual labor, rather, a heroic action on his part to bring them all to safety.

The lagoon was just out of sight after 30 minutes and off they went into the open waters.

The professor had spotted an island just north of where they were and knew at the rate they were moving it wouldn't take hardly any time for them to reach it.

The water was smooth for their voyage as the men paddled through the water.

The women sat together in the middle huddled together with Lovey in the middle trying to comfort both of the girls. She too was frightened deep down at what was to come and she hoped they could make it to dry land soon or she feared she would be seasick.

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After two hours on the open water, an island came into view. Professor was getting nervous after not spotting any land for a while and had hoped that they were heading in the correct direction.

" I see the island! Come on men, we need to row faster!" He exclaimed as he looked through his binoculars.

" Oh thank heavens. I thought I'd be rowing myself into the ground." Thurston remarked.

" We're almost there Howell! Keep up!" Skipper exclaimed as he pushed himself to row harder.

Even the scrawny and bumbling first mate was pushing his weight as he helped to row in the direction of the island which was now coming into view.

The girls cheered as they saw land.

Thurston's eyes caught Lovey's and she smiled at him.

As the lagoon of this new island came into view, Professor sighed happily. It looked perfect according to his calculations to protect them from this tropical storm forming.

They docked soon enough and they carried the boats up to a safe space so they could tie them up so they wouldn't be close to the lagoon in case the rains came.

" We need to start looking for a shelter soon. I'm afraid of what could happen if we don't. Who knows what's lurking around on this island, especially at night." Professor whispered to the men.

The other 3 nodded and they looked around through the jungle as they made their way up.

The 7 didn't make a peep as they walked, hoping they'd stumble on a cave or anything they could use as suitable shelter for the evening.

About 45 minutes into their walk, everyone was getting tired and just wanted sleep. The temperature had also dropped considerably.

" Skipper?" Gilligan asked, his teeth chattering.

" What is little buddy?" Skipper asked, rather annoyed.

" Couldn't we use a house to stay in?" Gilligan replied.

" Of course we could, Gilligan, but we don't have a house." Skipper responded, rolling his eyes.

" There is one, just there." Gilligan replied, pointing in the opposite direction of the way they were walking.

Sticking out over the cliff, was a massive house. It looked to be sturdy enough and just might do.

" Oh Gilligan, you dunderhead, why didn't you say anything?" Thurston boomed.

" You said we were looking for a cave." Gilligan replied

" Heavens to Kennan Wynn." Thurston replied.

" Come on. We can cut through." Professor led the way and the 6 followed behind him.

They made it to an older bamboo built home. It was quite large and ornate for being in a jungle.

The professor went in first, looking around. It seemed dusty but nothing they couldn't handle. It looked as if researchers may have lived here at one time.

He got excited hoping that it would lead them closer to going home.

The place has bedrooms, a common area, and two bathrooms. Dating back from the last time someone had been here was 1958, according to the paper left on the desk.

Thurston Howell planted himself in a bamboo chair, sighing in relief, as did the women, rubbing their sore feet.

Thurston had taken out his wallet and was fanning himself with some crisp bills.

" Mr. Howell, we need to collect some firewood and some water for the evening." Skipper said.

" I'll stay here and protect the women. Someone has to." Thurston replied, clearly not moving from his chair anytime soon.

Rolling his eyes, Skipper joined the others outside. Even the girls were pitching in and helping out.

Lovey Wentworth had already gone in search of a place to sleep. She hadn't said two words since they left the island and all she wanted was a moment's peace.

As she walked around the house, big frames lined the walls with specimens of bugs and butterflies and other creatures, presumably from this island. She shuddered as she walked past.

She missed looking at artwork and large ornate sculptures, not bugs.

At last, she found a bedroom just toward the end of the hallway. The small bed room was nothing compared to the size of the room at her home, however, it was much better than the simple bamboo furniture they were sleeping on at their other island.

She liked the big window. It allowed her to see a perfect view of the water and the beach.

She stared outdoors trying to make sense of her new normal, hopefully it would be temporary, especially considering the fact that she didn't want to live out her remaining years on an island. She was an international hostess and the social season needed her!

How could the opera board get on without her?

A knock at the door startled her from her turned around to see Thurston at the door.

" Yes?" Lovey asked.

Clearing his throat, the millionaire seemed lost for words at the moment.

" Are you comfortable?" Thurston asked.

Lovey sighed heavily. " As comfortable as one can be on a deserted island."

The millionaire only laughed.

" I do think these living conditions are much better than our old island." He replied.

" Quite right." Lovey agreed, not sure what else to say. Lovey was still quite upset at Thurston and the feeling of jealousy still overwhelmed her.

The millionaire stood a moment unsure of what to say or how to brooch the subject when he heard the men calling for him.

" Excuse me, I have to go." Thurston bowed out as gracefully as he could before heading outside to join the men.

" Captain! Professor! Did you find anything?" Thurston asked as he briskly walked towards the men. The three looked hot and exhausted.

" Gilligan and the girls are working on dinner now. This island seems to be as lush and full as the other one making it perfect for researching. Skipper and I came across an old boat dock that's in need of repair. It could also mean there is a boat or rescue raft somewhere on this island hidden away. I plan to do more research early in the morning." Professor stated,

Thurston was surprised at the information being relayed to him and hoped their journey as castaways would soon be coming to an end. Although he'd never admit it aloud, Thurston was grateful for the presence of the egghead of their group.

The men gathered up the belongings and helped to bring their bags and luggage indoors and away from the elements, the majority of it belonging to the wealthier two.

Thurston noticed that a small black leather book had been left on the sand and he picked it up, discovering it was a journal. It wasn't hard to tell it belonged to Lovey Wentworth.

Raising his brows, Thurston didn't want to pry, but how could he not?

He tucked it into his coat pocket and decided he would read it when everyone parted ways for the evening. Certainly the blonde wouldn't be in any rush to unpack her things or remember she'd brought along her journal. She had far more luggage than he did.

Going back inside, Thurston slipped stealthily up to his room. The luggage was stacked neatly in the corner waiting for the girls to unpack it for him.

A Howell lift a finger? Never. A Howell was servant to no man.

Thurston sat on the bed, or cot, with teddy and he decided he couldn't wait for after dinner. He was dying to pry open the journal.

He was curious to see what was written in the pages.

Carefully he removed the journal and rubbed his finger over the imprinted name on the cover.

He opened up and began to read, surprised to see this journal was fairly new. Looking at the date, it was started just a year before. It seemed Lovey Wentworth had written a novella for the first entry.

Thurston began to read Lovey's account of her awful marriage to Montmorency. This first entry depicted a rather terrible incident between the two that shocked even Thurston. "- It's hard enough acting like a wife towards this man. No woman should have to suffer what I have. I desperately wish I could find a way out."

Skipping ahead, he found the date around the time of their trip, just before being marooned. Skimming the entry, something caught his eye.

" How can I pretend any longer? How can I be happy for my friends renewing their vows when he's here. How I hate pretending! It's all I can do to not be the talk of the register. Failed marriage, no heirs, my ways of thinking. These women on the register want me to fail. How I desperately wish I had a son or daughter to be by my side during this time! Oh diary, how I wish I could find someone that loves me."

The millionaire tried to focus on the words but he couldn't. His heart and his mind were swirling with love and sadness and sympathy for her.

Thurston Howell stared down at the pages once more, recalling how in his own life he hadn't any children to carry on his name or found someone to share his life with. A wife. His brother still teased him about it. Some of his buddies did too. This only ignited the desires and dreams he put to rest only a few years before.

He closed the small book up and quickly shoved it back into the pocket of his sports coat that was lying at the end of the bed.

He decided tonight after dinner he would make amends with her. Lovey Wentworth was his final conquest.

The castaways had all claimed a room, with the skipper and Gilligan sharing a space. Everyone was settling in to their new island barings just fine.

They unpacked and waited for dinner to be finished. Gilligan finished unpacking his things before sitting in the bed.

The two sailors were exhausted from the long day they'd had.

" I don't think a nap would hurt, little buddy. I'm sure the girls will call for us once dinner is ready." Skipper spoke up, yawning as he did so.

Gilligan agreed before lying his head back and shutting his eyes dreaming of the food they'd be enjoying for dinner.

TBC...