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"Well, that sounds nice," the Skipper said. "Did she go into acting, too?"
He blushed again.
"If you don’t mind my saying… you always do look your best."
"She did a few small jobs, but she prefers modeling."
Arching her eyebrows, Ginger smiled at the captain. "Skipper, you sure know how to sweet talk a girl," she teased. She very much appreciated the compliment, and added, "Thank you."
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"You had a sister?" the Skipper asked. "That must’ve been nice. I was an only child, growing up in New York. That was a different kind of adventure…"
He mused as Ginger went on.
"Ginger, you’d look good in anything."
"She was a bit younger than me. We argued sometimes, but things sure never got lonely. That's probably why I wanted a roommate when I moved out on my own for the first time, and why I like sharing a hut with Mary Ann."
Ginger smiled at his next words. "Thanks, Skipper, but a girl's got to look her best."
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"That’s good," the Skipper said. "…I’m not, ah… built for climbing trees. There was a time when I could without the fear of branches breaking. But that was… a while ago."
He chuckled.
"You ever climb trees when you were a kid?"
The actress smiled at him as they headed away from camp towards the guava trees.
"I used to love climbing trees. We had a few trees in our backyard, and my sister and I competed to see who could climb the highest and the fastest," she told him, smiling at the memory. "When I got a bit older, my mom and dad told me to stop, since I always got my clothes dirty. And I guess I agreed with them. Not many people pay attention to a girl in a dirty dress."
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The Skipper nodded and led the way back to the supply huts to get the baskets.
"We’ll leave a couple baskets for the others in case they want to stock up on any supplies of their own." He winced. "As long as the Howells don’t fill them with money."
The movie star grabbed a basket and slung it over her shoulder. She was about to laugh until she remembered that that was exactly something that the Howells would do.
"There's are a lot of guava trees not too far from here. Mary Ann and I gather from there. They must be young trees; they're not very tall. We should have no trouble picking a bunch."
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The first mate glanced up, his eyes widening like saucers when he saw her holding the pen and paper. “Oh, it’s…” He debated whether to tell the movie star or not. How would she react? “It’s nothing.”
"Nothing?"
The movie star didn't believe that for a second. Smiling sweetly at the first mate, she asked, "Gilligan, there is no scorpion, is there?"
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"I guess we owe a lot to Gilligan, though," the captain admitted. "It’s because of him the animals don’t attack us…"
He gave a nod.
"Yeah; now’s best. You never know when those winds are going to change…"
Ginger nodded her head in agreement with the captain. Gilligan really was a great help to them.
Ginger stood up. "Well, let's go," she said, looking up to the sky, feeling uneasy. Hopefully they wouldn't run into trouble.
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"Thanks, Ginger; I’ll take all the help I can get," the Skipper said. "Gilligan’s found some new caves while he was poking around the jungle; they’re inland enough and small enough to make great storage spaces. And they’re hopefully small enough to keep animals out. We don’t need Gladys getting at the food before we do."
He idly wondered what the little ape was up to, and decided that he’d probably rather not know.
"The guavas should be ripe; I think we should start picking those first."
Ginger smiled and fondly said, "Gilligan and his animals!"
As the Skipper continued, she got to her feet. "Do you want to go now? I'll help. We'd just have to stop by the supply hut to get baskets first."
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"You’re telling me," the Skipper said. "After that last storm, I don’t know whether we’re safer inside or outside anymore."
He looked surprised as Ginger volunteered to help.
"Oh, well… I didn’t want to interrupt your relaxation time," he said. "But if you’ve got any time to spare, the first thing that would need to be done would be to secure some of our food in safe, dry places. …As that last storm showed, it better be in more than one cave—if one collapses, we’ll lose everything in it."
"Skipper, securing our food supply is more important than laying out and listening to music," she said. "I don't know as many of the caves as you and Gilligan do, but I can store food and pick more fruit as well." She knew that when it came to island life, her skills were not great, but she wanted to be able to help and ease the captain's stress.
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Gilligan looked up and gulped to see the tall movie star standing next to him. He took a shaky step back. “Well… it’s red…. and it has, uh, white stripes. And claws. And a, uh, stinger,” he finished hurriedly.
In order to escape the movie star, he ducked down to peer under the bed.
Listening to Gilligan stumbled and stutter over his rushed explanation, she knew there was no scorpion at all. But then what was the real reason for his visit?Â
As he flopped down on the ground, she giggled at his antics. Then, she spotted the pen and paper in his back pocket. Interest piqued, she reached down and pulled each object from his pocket.Â
"Gilligan, what are these for?"
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"Oh, Mr. Howell and his money are never parted," the Skipper chuckled.
He sobered again as Ginger asked about the rain.
"Three more weeks—four, at most. But that’s more then enough time to land a bad typhoon or two right on top of us."
"Typhoon?" That was enough to concern the movie star. "But a typhoon hit when Gilligan got his mouth turned into a radio receiver, and we made it sitting outside." Ginger knew in her heart that that instance was really just pure dumb luck, something that was in abundance on the island.
Three weeks certainly was an awful long time to be on high alert, expecting a wild tropical storm to bear down on you at any moment, and she hated for the Skipper to feel that burden alone. "If you need help with preparations, I could lend a hand," she offered.Â
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Gilligan nodded in agreement as he nervously stepped into the hut. With the pen and paper in his back pocket, he walked around the hut, pretending to look behind tables for the elusive tropical scorpion.
As she watched the timid first mate glance around , skittishly moving from one corner of the hut to the other, she became suspicious. "So, Gilligan..." she began, moving to stand next to him. "What does this scorpion look like?"
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"I was… uh," he scrambled to think of an excuse. "The Professor said he was a scorpion earlier and he sent me to check the huts!" he improvised. He shoved the pen and paper into his back pocket. "Can I look around?"
"Scorpions?" she repeated. "Gilligan... in the tropics?"
She certainly had never heard of a scorpion living on a tropical island in the Pacific, but nevertheless she stepped to the side to allow the first mate in.
"I guess the Professor must know what he's talking about."
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"I think we’ve all had enough of those storms," the Skipper agreed.
The captain’s expression softened as she continued.
"I hope you’re right, for all our sakes," he said. "We still need to reinforce the huts after they were weakened from the last storm we had. I’ll be glad when the rainy season ends…"
"Mr. Howell's been complaining about his money getting wet from the leaky roofs. The Professor told him to just keep it all in his money trunk, but he's just too stubborn." She then asked, "Do you have an idea when the rainy season will end?"
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The Skipper sighed in relief.
"Well, then we should be alright… Unless it decides to swing back towards us. Those storms have got a mind of their own."
He gave a defeated look.
"And after that business with Kona’s curse, knowing my luck, it probably will…"
"I'm glad. I just hate those storms!" the movie star professed, giving a relieved sigh of her own.
However, at the Skipper's next words, she gave a soft smile. "Skipper, you know.." She couldn't just say the superstitions were ridiculous, as he seemed to believe so deeply in them. Taking a different approach, she assured him, "Skipper, I'm sure the storm won't hit us."
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He was taken aback as Ginger opened the door. His eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. However, what she said confused him. With the pen and paper being hidden behind his back, he asked, “Mary Ann? Why do you think I’d be here to see her?”
Shaking her head, the redhead laughed lightly. "No reason, Gilligan. No reason at all."
She fixed her attention back to the reason for his visit. "If you're not here to see Mary Ann, are you here to see me?"
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With a piece of paper and one of the Professor’s ball point pens in his hands, Gilligan approached the girls’ hut. Full of nerves, he raised his hand to knock on the door. He had thought of this ever since he had first since the redheaded movie star on the island, and now he was going to take the chance. They had only been shipwrecked for a few weeks, and he was nervous every time he talked to her.
Shaking his head, he lowered his hand, ready to get out of there. But then the door opened.
Ginger had seen Gilligan pacing outside the hut for nearly half an hour. At first she had considered asking him what was wrong, but the more she watched, the more he seemed to be debating with himself. So she decided to leave him alone. With a smile, she wondered if he thought Mary Ann was in the hut with her. That certainly would explain the nervous look etched on his boyish features. When he finally gathered the courage to come to the door, she smiled again.
Getting to her feet, she went to the door and opened it, just as the first mate's hand dropped to his side. "Hello, Gilligan," she greeted. "Mary Ann isn't here."
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"Radio—that’s it," the Skipper stammered, wondering why, years in the Navy, he lost his nerve every time Ginger was around. …Well, he knew why.
He turned the dial on the radio, casting a glance at the sky. It was clear, but he knew the tropical waters enough not to trust the sight.
"I don’t suppose you heard any updates on that typhoon that was somewhere to the east of us?" he asked, now growing serious. "Any emergency reports that interrupted the music?"
Ginger's lips pursed in concentration. She thought back over the near hour of music she had enjoyed and she remembered the news bulletin. "I do," she announced. "The announcer mentioned some coordinates." The movie star looked at the Skipper as she tried to recall them. With a defeated sigh, she told him, "I can't remember them exactly, but he did say that the storm would miss Hawaii. Instead it would hit in the southeast."
