Jonas bowed his head down. Ginger could tell in the blue starlight that his eyes were closed, and he was thinking.

"Hmmm, let me see, how should I say this?" he muttered, still concentrating.

He looked up and led her back into the water, so it was up to her knees. He cleared his throat dramatically and began his impromptu ceremony.

"I, Captain Jonas Grumby, as Master of the SS Minnow and in accordance with international nautical law, declare my love for you, Miss Ginger Grant, and promise to love, honor and cherish you for all the days we are together. I ask you for the honor of being my lawfully wedded wife, here before the eyes of God."

Ginger smiled up at him as he held her hands to his chest, her eyes shining as they misted with tears.

"That was beautiful, Jonas! Now let me think for my response," she whispered. After a moment of concentration, unscripted and from her heart, she said, "I, Ginger Grant, promise to love, honor and cherish you, Captain Jonas Grumby, for all of our days, and I do promise that I will be your lawfully wedded wife, and you will be my husband. And I swear this tonight, with God as our witness, as we declare our love for one another. I love you!"

Skipper grabbed his wife to him in a powerful embrace, once again lifting her off her feet. She wrapped her arms over his broad shoulders and kissed him, drowning once more in the feel of him, the strength of him, knowing that she'd never feel this way again for anyone but her new husband.

After a few moments, when they again realized they'd been unconsciously moving farther and farther out into the water, Ginger slid down to the sandy bottom of the lagoon. She squealed when she realized she was in waist-deep water.

Their laughter rang around the perimeter of the lagoon, and the songs of the night paused, as if relishing the joy the newly married couple was feeling.

"Oh, Jonas, that was BEAUTIFUL! We can tell everyone in the morning, what we said, and that we're now husband and wife in the eyes of God, and per nautical law, like you said!"

Skipper draped his arm over her shoulder, pulling away a bit to scan their surroundings. His expert eyes looked at the stars and the position of the Moon, and he surmised it was close to Midnight. "Hmmm, I'm just getting an idea of the date. It's not tomorrow yet, so we'll note it down on the little 'license' we'll make up for ourselves, for all to sign as witnesses. That sound okay?"

"It sure does, and we'll always remember this on our wedding anniversary!"

He turned once more to his wife, and pressed his mouth against her long smoothe neck, nibbling her delicately till she laughed.

"Hmmm again, now where were we, before I made you Mrs. Jonas Grumby?"

His hand slid into the top of the man's shirt she was wearing, and slowly began to unbotton it.

She gasped at the warmth of him, in sharp contrast to the coolness of the midnight-blue ocean. "I think we should be able to get back to where we were, Captain Grumby."

She glanced to the shore at the blanket she'd brought for their night-time picnic. "I can't help but notice there's a blanket over there. Let's sneak off somewhere a little more secluded, and we can finish our little wedding ceremony all night long, and watch the Sun break over the trees come daybreak."

"Sounds good to me, Mrs. Grumby," he said against her ear as he turned her toward shore.

Ginger was right: their first magical night together, as husband and wife, slid into daybreak as they got to know one another in a new way. They took one more refreshing dip in the lagoon, just as the Sun broke over the treeline as the Moon had the night before, dressed one another, held hands and began walking back to the main compound of what they called home.

Jonas and Ginger took one more long look at one another before entering the compound, ready to announce their marriage ceremony, and begin to plan for the reception they'd have when the Hinkleys returned from their own honeymoon. Then it would be their turn to visit the "honeymoon suite" for a week!