A/N I wrote a story about two years ago called Island Princess. I am revamping the story. Making some changes in it. There are some things in it I want to do differently.

Ginger Grant was walking along the jungle path picking out some flowers to put for the vase in the hut she shared with the young farm girl from Kansas Mary Ann. The island did have some very pretty and fragrant flowers. It made their little hut seem more cheerful and brightened up the place. Being stranded on the island was rough and it was nice to have little things that made it a little more tolerable. The redhead always loved flowers. Men used to bring her flowers all the time back in Hollywood. Boy did she miss Hollywood. Maybe someday she will make it back. One never knew. For now she was just happy as can be picking out a nice floral arrangement. While she worked she didn't hear someone approaching her. All of a sudden Ginger was seized from behind. A hand placed over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. She was terrified not knowing who was taking her or where they were taking her too as she dropped her flowers on the ground as she was pulled away from the jungle.

Camp

Mary Ann Summers was carrying the laundry back to her and Ginger's hut. It took almost all morning but she finally finished. One of the things she really missed being on this island was a washer and dryer. While it was true the Professor and Skipper did manage to concoct a machine that helped wash the clothes the only downside was you had to pedal to get it to work. But the truth was Mary Ann didn't mind too much. She got a pretty darn good workout and sometimes Gilligan would stop by and would help her. The farm girl enjoyed his happy chatter about his friend Skinny Mulligan. For some reason the sailor's happy go lucky demeanor always cheered her.

The brunette carried the basket into the hut and set it down on the wood table. She left the hut to get Ginger to help her sort it all out. Mary Ann went to the spot in the jungle where she knew Ginger normally went to pick flowers. Her eyes spotted the bright colorful flowers that Ginger had picked lying scattered on the ground. "That's strange." She said. Mary Ann then turned her head looking for the movie star. "Ginger? Ginger? Are you here? Ginger?"
Mary Ann called out to her famous friend. "Ginger?" Something was not right. She left the clearing and went back out to their camp.

Mary Ann saw Gilligan and the Skipper working on making repairs to the roof of their hut.

"Have you two seen Ginger?" She asked. "I went to the clearing in the jungle and she wasn't there."

"No." said Skipper turning his head towards her. "I haven't seen her at all."

"Me neither." said Gilligan holding the ladder for the sea captain. "Not since breakfast this morning."

"Hmm." said Mary Ann. "I'll check with the Professor."

She left Gilligan and the Skipper and went into the hut where the Professor had this lab. "Sorry to disturb you." She said to him.

"That's quite all right." The Professor said. "What can I do for you?"

"Have you seen Ginger? I went to get her to help me put the laundry away and I couldn't find her. "

The Professor turned his head. "What?"

"Just what I said, I can't find her." Mary Ann stated. " I went to the place where she normally goes to pick flowers for our hut and she wasn't there. I called out to her and got no response."

The Professor's heart stopped. Ginger was missing? How could that be? Was Ginger in danger? Did something horrible happen to her? Not his beautiful…Roy Hinkley shook that last thought from his head and cleared his mind before speaking. "Did you see anything?" He asked of the farm girl.

"I found some flowers on the ground." Mary Ann stated. "That was about it. I didn't see anything else."

"Show me where the flowers were." The Professor said standing up.

The two rushed out of the hut and Mary Ann led him to the clearing in the jungle. She pointed to the flowers on the ground. "There." She said. "Those are the ones."

The Professor picked them up. He remembered telling Ginger about these very flowers. How they lasted a long time and how fragrant they were. He also remembered thinking how beautiful the white one would look in her red silky hair..Stop that! He chided himself. No time to be thinking such things now. The academic turned to Mary Ann. "Did she say anything to you this morning about going some place on the island?"

"No." The farm girl said shaking her head. "She just said she was going to pick some more flowers. That was all. Nothing about checking out any special area of the island."

The Professor was getting really worried. More worried than he thought he should be but he couldn't help it. Ginger could be in trouble. Big trouble. If she was in any danger…..He couldn't stand the thought of it. Beautiful sexy Ginger with those hypnotic green emerald eyes. To never see them again. To never hear that sensual breathy voice. He looked down on the ground and saw footprints. Several of them. "Look." He said to Mary Ann as he pointed to the ground. "These don't look like they belong to any of us. We should follow them. See there they lead."

"Should we get the others?" Mary Ann inquired.

"Not yet. Let's just see where these lead too." replied the Professor.

Mary Ann nodded and the two followed the footprints. They seemed to go on forever finally they came to what looked like a tribal camp that had been set up on the other side of the island. Mary Ann's eyes went wide. "Head hunters?" She shrieked. Many times they have been visited by such monsters and she couldn't stand the thought of going through that again. Of course she knew that she would be safe. Gilligan would fight them off. He did before and he would again. That wonderful Gilligan. So brave.

The Professor shook his head. "No I don't think they are head hunters. They seem to be a peaceful tribe. I wonder what brings them to our island. And why they set up a camp."

The two castaways watched as what appeared to be the leader of the tribe spoke.

"It is done?" He said to one of his tribal followers.

"It is done. The Princess has been returned."

Mary Ann turned her head towards the Professor. "Princess?" She said confused. "What does he mean?" She whispered.

Professor said nothing and kept listening to the conversation.

"Good." The leader said. "Now the marriage can take place. Tell Kawan to prepare for the wedding. Much to do. Lots needs to be done."

"Wedding?" Mary Ann gasped trying to keep her voice low. "What wedding? What is going on?"

The Professor spoke. "I'm thinking this has to do with Ginger. It is possible they believe she is a princess."

"Oh my…And they are going to make her wed…" Mary Ann's voice trailed off. Poor Ginger!

Not if I can help it. Thought the Professor. "Come on let's get out of here. We have to get back to camp. We need to devise a plan."

Mary Ann nodded and the two quietly slipped away.

Later back at camp

"They think Ginger is a princess?" said a stunned Skipper to the Professor.

"Apparently. That is the conclusion I came too upon observing them. The leader mentioned about a princess." The academic explained. "And they are preparing a wedding for her."

Mrs. Howell frowned. "How dreadful. To have to marry in some tribal garb. It's completely inappropriate." She said disapprovingly.

Mary Ann sighed. "Mrs. Howell I don't think that matters. We have to think of someway to get Ginger out of there. We can't let her marry some tribal warrior or whatever he is. That's just awful."

Skipper nodded his head. "Mary Ann is right. We need to come up with a plan to rescue Ginger. Anybody have any ideas?"

"I have one." The Professor said. "But we need to be careful. We have to be very convincing."

"Of course." said the Skipper. "What is this plan"

"I think we need to take a page out of Ginger's playbook. She is always talking about things they did in a movie. I think this is a good time to try something like that. Something that involves acting."

"What do you mean?" Gilligan asked.

"I mean that we need to convince this tribe that Ginger is already set to be married to another." The Professor explained. "Put on an act in which we tell them that Ginger is part of an important royal family. Set to be married to her beloved. Just like something she once told me they did in a movie she was in. I think it just might work."

Skipper thought it over. "I guess it's worth a shot. Anything to keep her from having to marry some tribal man but just who are we going to say she is going to marry."

Gilligan spoke up. "Not me!" He exclaimed. "No way. I'm not gonna be the one who…"

"No Gilligan." The Professor interrupted. "Not you. I'm going to be the one."

"You?" said Gilligan. "You are going to marry Ginger?"

The Professor shook his head. "No. We are just going to make them think that she is going to marry me. We can tell them that it was her dream to marry me and that it would break her heart to be forced into marriage with another."

"You think it will work?" Mary Ann asked. "You think they will go for it?"

"If we are convincing enough." said the Professor. "It's our only chance of getting Ginger back. We have to give it a try."

"Whatever you say Professor." said the Skipper. "We are behind you."

"Good." the Professor said nodding his head. "Now…here's the plan….Mr. and Mrs. Howell….I want you to pose as a king and queen."

"Quite an easy assignment." said Mr. Howell with a smile.

"I want you to tell them that Ginger is your daughter." The Professor instructed. "That you already arranged for her to marry another…me. Skipper and Gilligan…I need you two to play the part of their royal guard. Mary Ann….I need you to pretend to be her servant. Convince them how in love Ginger is with me. Can you do that?"

"I will do my very best." replied Mary Ann.

"Okay everyone go work on your part." The scholar said. "The sooner we can get Ginger back the better."

Everyone agreed and rushed off to prepare for their role. No matter what they had to their movie star friend out of that tribe!

The Professor went to his hut to prepare for his role and his mind went Ginger. He hoped that tribal clan wouldn't cause any harm to her. They would be very sorry if they did. He knew his plan was a little insane but it was all he could come up with. He wondered what Ginger would think of having to pretend to promised to him as his bride. A part of him wished she really was to be his bride however he could not focus on that now. He had to focus on getting her out of there. He just hoped this plan would work.

Tribal Camp

Ginger looked around at her surroundings. She appeared to be in some large tent or maybe a hut. She was laying on some type of bed with light blue satin sheets and a warm cotton blanket. There were four women around her that looked to be preparing for something. They each had different colored garments in their hands. "What am doing here?" asked Ginger of them.

One of the women who had long dark black hair walked over to her and spoke. "It is okay your highness. You are safe now." She said placing a hand on Ginger's shoulder.

"Safe now? Your highness?" Ginger asked bewildered.

"Yes." One of the other women who had shoulder length brown hair replied walking over. "We were so happy to find out you are alive." She smiled.

"Alive?" The movie star said bewildered. "Find me alive?"

"We had believed you were lost at sea. It was heartbreaking. But the gods have smiled upon us and returned you back home." The dark haired woman explained with a smile.

Ginger was confused as what they were talking about. Why were they calling her your highness? She started to get up but the dark haired woman put out her hand stopping her. "Please your highness…you must rest. We need to prepare for your wedding."

Ginger's eyes went wide. "Wedding? What are you…"

"It will be such a joyful occasion!" The dark haired woman said. "Kawan is a good man. You will be very happy."

"Kawan?" Ginger said in disbelief. "I'm to marry Kawan? I don't understand…."

"Princess Rose…please….do not get too excited." said the brown haired woman. "You have a big day tomorrow. You are to be Kawan's bride."

Ginger was shocked. Bride? She was going to be someone's bride? Who was this Kawan person? Why was she supposed to marry him? Were these women crazy?

"You will make a good wife to him. As promised by his grandfather Kimmo. You were so happy when it was announced you were to marry such a good man. It was what you wanted. Kimmo was kind enough to allow such a union."

Ginger was trying to process it all in. What who always wanted? She most certainly did not want this. Not a chance. The last thing she wanted was to be forced into some marriage. The starlet decided to try and explain. "Listen…I think there has been some mistake. I'm not a princess. My name is not Rose. I'm Ginger…"

"Hush now." said the dark haired woman. "You rest your highness. We will prepare the ceremony. Will bring you different attire chose from."

"You don't understand….I..I." Ginger said trying to think of something to get her out of this. "I'm….I'm already set to marry another….He's …He's a Professor."

"Professor?" The dark haired woman smiled looked at the brown haired woman. "Did you hear that? A Professor."

The brown haired woman smiled. "The gods are truly pleased with us." She said clasping her hands together. "Grandfather said that I would be united with a man of great science."

The hell you are lady! Not with my Professor you aren't! Ginger fumed to herself. She tried again to plea with them. "No. Please listen….I'm not Rose. I'm Ginger…Ginger Grant. I'm not this Princess Rose."

"Your highness please…you are not feeling well. Of course you are Princess Rose."

The other woman went over and picked up a picture. She showed it to the actress.
Ginger couldn't believe it. The woman in the picture looked just like her. The resemblance was uncanny. They all thought she was their long lost princess. But that wasn't the worst part.
Not only were they trying to make her marry some man she never met….they were going to try to marry this other woman off to her Professor! Her wonderful dreamy Professor!

"No…you don't understand." Ginger said desperately. "I'm going to marry the Professor. We are very happy and very much in love."

The dark haired woman shook her head. "No your highness. You are in love with Kawan. You are going to be his bride. Kianna here is to marry this professor you speak of."

That's what you think bitch. Ginger seethed to herself.

The two women left and tears began weld up in Ginger's eyes. This could not be happening to her. There had to be a way out of this. Surely the Professor would think of something. He had to. He was the only one who could save her. "Oh please Professor please I know you can get me out of here!" She said to herself.

Back at the camp area

"Okay." said the Professor. "Everyone know their part?"

Mr. Howell spoke. "Yes. Lovey and I enter their camp and ask to speak with the head tribesman."

"Once he meets with us." continued Mrs. Howell. "We explain to him that Ginger is our daughter and that we have already picked out a match for her. We explain how excited Ginger to be marrying you and it would break her heart to marry anyone else."

"Right." nodded the Professor who inside was wishing that would be true. He wished with everything in him that Ginger would never wish to marry anyone but him. All that talk about Cary Grant always killed him inside. He wished Ginger would speak of him in such a manner.

"Gilligan and I are to stand guard in case there is any trouble." said the Skipper.

"Correct." said the Professor.

"I go and talk to tribal women." said Mary Ann. "I try to appeal to them stating how in love Ginger is with you and she was so happy when the king and queen arranged the marriage to you. Tell them how much Ginger loved you since she was a young girl and how her parents made her dreams come true by arranging your match."

"Perfect." said the Professor. "In the meantime, I will meet with this Kawan to advise him that Ginger belongs to me and that I will never allow another man to take her away." Which was more true than the other castaways knew. He just could not allow anyone to make Ginger their bride. That would just be a knife in his heart. The Professor could not bear that pain. "This may be our only chance to get Ginger out of there. They don't appear to be a war like tribe so I think we may be able to persuade them. " He continued.

"I hope so." said Mary Ann. "I couldn't imagine poor Ginger being forced into a marriage to someone she doesn't love just because they are mistaking her for some princess. I would be horrified."

The thought of one of those tribal men trying make her their bride petrified her. It sent a shiver down her spine. The thought of another man forcing her to marriage. It made her sick. The only one she wanted…She glanced over at Gilligan and then turned back to the others.

"It's so rude." agreed Mrs. Howell. "I would be devastated if someone had tried to make me marry someone other than my Thurston."

"Would never allow that my dear!" He declared kissing his wife on the cheek.

Mary Ann wondered if what Gilligan would do if it was her. Would he step in and stop it? Would he fight for her?

"Alright." said the Professor. "Let's go. Hopefully we can stop all this madness before it is too late."

Tribal camp

Ginger sat in the guarded hut with tears in her eyes. She had no way out. The tribe was watching her too closely. She couldn't run anywhere. This could not be happening. She could not be forced into some marriage. It was repulsive. It was…inhumane. Forced to marry some strange man. Oh where was the Professor? He had to be searching for her. He had to be. To never see him again….the thought killed her. Something else occurred to her. That woman said Kianna was to marry the Professor. How was she going to stop that? This was a nightmare that she wished she could wake up from. Forced marriage. This Kianna woman thinking she could marry her professor. It gave her a headache. It was too much to think anymore. Ginger laid back down on the soft blankets closing her eyes giving into the darkness.