The coconuts fell one by one as we searched the island for life ,we landed on a sandy beach shore ,our ship wrecked .

' I used to love coconut cream pies,' cried the young man just getting off the ship as he carried a bayonet,a flare and ropes,he was the First Mate on what was to be a tour boat excursion but our ship hit a storm. 
 

' I know Gilligan ,' said the Captain of the ship, helping Gilligan  off the ship and onto the shore,coconuts still falling from the trees .As Gilligan then had step on the island after setting down everything he started after a coconut, his First Mate as he wasn't the brightest person he then ever saw but he had been a friend and loyal he thought. 
 

Gilligan was the youngest First Mate ever had .
 

Four others then too were on the ship as well, most coming from Hawaii their home port and  pier as it was known. They started climbing off the ship,not yet believing where they were or why ,the coconuts still fell from their trees.
 

'  Gilligan your head then  might be hard but it wont open a coconut,' said the Skipper,' Use a rock or something .' He did and it open,suddenly he looked up and saw monkeys,the coconuts were not falling on their own, monkeys were throwing them trying to protect themselves.' Skipper ! '
 

 ' Mean little monkeys,' said the Skipper then as he felt a coconut drop on his head and both of them got up and ran .' Probably dont want intruders on their island.

' How do you know its an island ? ' asked one of the others as he pointed to a small sign with a Skipper's cap on it ,the sign read :
 

Welcome to Gilligan's Island .
 

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