The crew from the S.S. Minnow tried to keep the diet and staple of the castaways as varied as possible. Fish and coconut was obvious, occasion lobster and crab was a joy, but the island sustained banana, breadfruits, citrus plants and assorted edible wild vegetables. Occasional trapped wild animals such as a boar or wild chicken gave them meat and eggs. Professor monitored the diet of the island with the animals to keep sure there was always a sustained balance they didn't consume any animals into extinction and doom themselves. They had been on the island for about three years at this point and had perfected the science of their survival down to a routine. With Mary Anne and her culinary mastery available, the castaways lived basically between paradise and poverty. Yet, somehow, the Skipper never lost his weight.
"Gilligan," Mary Ann looked up to the childlike First Mate in the palm tree. "One more coconut?"
"One more?" He rolled his eyes as she batted those big eyelashes and shifted her weight back and forth back and forth. It was a little trick from her daddy's farm back in Kansas to get idle hands working and it worked just as well on the love-smitten First Mate. Sometimes she acted like she liked him and he was pretty sure that was the case as she kept him wrapped around her finger. When she needed something, she always came to him first rather than the Skipper or the Professor. He meanwhile stayed true to his childhood as much as possible as he stayed true to her as if she was his girl. Gilligan could be potential husband material if he wasn't still holding on to his youth. He started looking for that coconut.
"Another coconut, another coconut... there's one." He held on to the skimpy top of the tree and kicked it loose under his foot. He heard it fall and a bit of a thud as it hit the ground. "Is that it Mary Ann?"
No answer.
"That's it." He held himself safe as he wrapped his legs around the trunk and slid down the pole-like trunk. The jungle was almost a playground with its huge trees, long swinging vines and caves waiting to be explored and he did explore them a lot, often finding more evidence from when the island was a military base from World War Two or evidence of other previous castaways. Reaching earth once more, he turned to find Mary Ann knocked out unconscious and laying on the sandy ground. He didn't wonder what had happened, he dived to his feet to help her.
"Oh no," He mumbled knowing the Skipper would be yelling at him for his carelessness. He quickly lifted her up and began reviving her as he hoped he could convince her it was an accident and not to tell the Skipper.
"Mary Ann, Mary Ann..." He lifted her up. "Are you alright?"
"Sure, fine," Mary Ann's voice was more sultry and sexy. "What happened?"
"You mean you don't..." Gilligan looked into her big brown eyes and realized that if she didn't know then he wouldn't either. "Uh, it was... you fell down." He turned to fibbing to save himself.
"Oh my," Mary Ann tugged the ribbons out of her hair and shook her it long and out. "I guess I'm just tired."
"Mary Ann," Gilligan watched her as she turned into someone else. "Are you okay?"
"Gilligan," She looked at him in the same sex-starved voice that Ginger did. "Why are you calling me that? Can't you tell I'm Ginger?"
"Uh oh..." Gilligan saw himself already getting hit with a Captain's hat already.
