A Gilligan's Island Story

Written by Matthew R. White

© June 6, 2013

Based on the Characters and series created by Sherwood Schwartz


Historians Note: This story takes place about a year after the end of season three.


In life's journey, we inevitably end up hurting those most dear to us.


Her brown eyes were so drenched with tears that she was having trouble seeing her way as she dashed away from the campsite. In the distance, she could hear her companions calling her name. Quickly she ducked into the bushes and waited. Presently two of her companions jogged down the path.

"Roy, are you sure she came this way?" asked Ginger.

"I don't know," he replied. "Mary Ann is almost as fast as Gilligan when she wants to be, she could be almost anywhere on the island by now. Where does she go when she wants to be alone?"

"We could try the lagoon."

"Mr. Howell and the Skipper are checking there."

"How about the beach," Ginger added.

"Good idea."

The pair continued down the path. Once she was sure they were out of sight, Mary Ann doubled back and headed down the seldom used trail that led to the other side of the island. When she could no longer hear the others, she slowed to catch her breath.

A while later she approached the entrance to a small cave. The opening was covered by thick underbrush and if someone didn't know it was there, they would walk right by it. She dropped to her knees and crawled in.

Inside the cave, he was sitting with his head in his hands, his white sailor cap rested on the ground beside him.


He looked up suddenly and she could see his eyes glistening with moisture, but he managed a weak smile when he saw her.

"Mary Ann, what are you doing here?"

"I came to find you," she answered.

"I didn't think you wanted anything to do with me either."

It wasn't so much his words as the tone of his voice that pierced her heart. "What…why would you say that?" she asked, almost chocking on her words.

"You told me so," he replied. "I went to see you and you told me to leave you alone."

Mary Ann suddenly remembered that she had been sharp with him earlier that day. She had been suffering from a migraine headache for the past two days and it hadn't subsided until late that afternoon.

"Gilligan, I didn't mean to be cruel. You know I get irritable when I'm fighting a migraine."

"Oh yeah," he paused for a moment. "What's a migraine?"

Mary Ann couldn't help but smile, "A bad headache."

"Oh," he offered. Gilligan looked back down at the ground. "How did you find me?" he asked after a few minutes.

"You showed me this place, remember?" she replied.

"I remember, but how did you know I would come here?"

"Silly," she said, though not unkindly. "You always come here when you are upset."

Mary Ann sat down next to him placing a hand on his shoulder. She reached over and picked up his hat. After brushing it off, she pushed his hair back and placed the hat on his head.

"Better," she said.

"I'm just a screw up, Mary Ann. I can't ever seem to ever do anything right…"

"Stop that, Gilligan," she said, sternly. She continued in a gentler tone. "You're not a screw up. I don't care what the others say. You shouldn't think of yourself that way. It really upsets me when you talk like that."

"You don't understand, Mary Ann. We had another chance to be rescued and I messed it all up."

"It was an accident…"

"Everything I do turns into an accident," said Gilligan, his tone indicating a level of frustration she had never heard before. "Everyone else is mad and they won't talk to me."

"They'll get over it," Mary Ann insisted. "They always do. Besides, I gave them all a piece of my mind."

Gilligan looked at her intently, "You did that?"

"Damn straight, I did," she replied, in the strongest terms she ever used. "I'm getting sick of the way you get treated. I overheard what the Skipper said," her voice cracking at the end.

Gilligan looked up at her again and seemed to realize she was crying as well. He reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek. She took his hand and held on to it.

"The Skipper is right, you would all be better off without me."

"What about me?" she asked.

"You'd be better off without me too…"

"Don't say that," she cried. "Don't even think it. I'd miss you." And I love you, she thought. If I wasn't so shy, I'd tell you so. Mary Ann composed herself and continued, "Gilligan, I know you're still upset. Why don't you come back to camp with me? If we leave right now, we'll be back in time for supper."

"I'm not going back there, Mary Ann. Not now, not ever."

She knew that tone. There would be no compromise, at least until he cooled down.

"If you're staying out here, then I am too." Mary Ann knew Gilligan had a stubborn streak, but she was hell bent and determined to wait him out. I'm calling your bluff.

To her surprise, Gilligan stood and plodded over to the sea chest. He pulled another set of blankets out and handed them too her as he sat back down. "This cave can get chilly at night," he offered.

I guess he wasn't bluffing, Mary Ann thought to herself. At least he's not sending me away.

"I guess, they all told you about the stupid thing I did."

"There are two sides to every story, Gilligan. Why don't you tell me yours," she replied, quickly adding, "It will help pass the time."

With Mary Ann's gentle coaxing, Gilligan recounted the events that led up to his mishap.