Gilligan's journal part one(finally!) and random rants

Actually... that title is backwards but I'm too lazy to fix it. Sorry it's taken me so long to get this going again, I tend to blank out, forget when I said I'd do something (computer related)and not show back up for a couple of days... or weeks... so yeah. But, I'm back before I take my shower and head off to a rehearsal for a thing in the next town over. So, without further ado... Gilligan's Journal!!!

It has been two days since we set out on our three hour tour. I feel a little bad about deliberately crashing into the rocks but... this is such a beautiful island and these people all need to learn a few things about getting along and how to treat others. I've put up with Skipper, who's real name I've never really heard, for many years and have wanted to do this for almost as long. All our passengers until now didn't deserve it. Now, however, we have a prideful professor, a greedy millionaire and his lazy wife, a fashionista who acts a little like one of the girls who works in the back room of a bar, a fashionista wannabe, and of course my angry friend. For the first day, all they did was yell at me. Understandable, completely understandable, but their words cut deeper into my conscience then they might have guessed. Then as night fell, I secretly placed large palm leaves and coconuts near the professor. Luckily, he noticed and called the rest of us over. 'We can use palm leaves and coconut fibers to build us some houses,' he said. I nodded to myself and waited a moment to see what they would do next. Thinking back... it feels a little like I was treating them like rats in a lab, feeding them something and seeing how they reacted. They got enough palm leaves down for one house, they being the skipper and the millionaire, while the professor told me how to get the long fibers off the coconut's shell. I listened intently, perhaps more than he thought, and helped weave the fibers into the leaves. If the others had paid attention, they might have wondered at what I was doing. No one ever suspects me; it's why I'm still alive. The next day, they were a little amazed that the houses were still standing.
'Why don't we look for some food instead of admiring the scenery?' I called out,  changing my voice to sound like the millionaire, who was still sleeping. they all agreed and off we went, or most of us. I stayed behind to wait for the last two members of our little band to waken. Once they did, I told them where the others had gone. The man decided to lend a hand, but his wife held me back and demanded that I sever her while her husband was off in the woods. I sighed heavily on the inside, but agreed amiably, as is my wont. I write this as I sit beside the dieing embers of our camp fire. the moon shines brightly over head and is reflected back by the pure white sand. The waves lap quietly against the shore and I can feel myself being lulled to sleep by their gentle, rhythmic splashing. Ah! But my mother was right! I am a man of the sea and nothing shall keep me from it. Should I be forced to retire from sailing, I would like to live on an island or at the very least on the coast where I can still gaze upon the ocean's shining face. The professor approaches; it is time for his shift. I shall write once more when I have more data about these people I have stranded.

Gilligan
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Hope you like it! i may not post again for some time but at least I wrote this for you all.
Later!
Lil Bit