The Other Castaways

What happens when the Howells stumble across some old huts after getting lost? Where did they come from?

It was a cooler day on the island. This had been home for the castaways for nearly 3 years and hope of rescue was growing slim. After many visitors and several failed rescue attempts, it wasn't looking like they'd ever get the chance to 7 had their differences sure, but they had become a like a family and were stuck together through thick and thin. Everything on the island was going well and that morning was unusually chatty. Everyone was chattering and listening to the morning news before splitting off for the afternoon.

Thurston Howell III and his adoring wife Lovey usually took the morning right after breakfast to take a nice long stroll around the island for some alone time, and good exercise, the afternoons usually were scorchers.

" Lovey- why don't we take this new path today. I'm always tired of running into the others. I'd like to explore a little." the millionaire stated.

" Thurston, you know what the professor says, we shouldn't go off too far. The boars are in mating season right now…" Lovey reminded her husband as she linked arms with him and he steered them down the new path.

" A bore won't get to Howell. If the cad comes within an inch of us, I'll scorn him like a yale man!" He joked, leaving his wife confused. She shrugged and they kept walking as her husband continued to crack jokes and puns along the way….

Meanwhile back at camp, the others were all relaxing and chatting. Gilligan was by the shore fishing and the captain was checking their lobster traps.

Gilligan cast his line out once more and set it down after not getting a bite.

" OHHH Skipper look, look at all these big lobsters!" he exclaimed as he pulled the lobsters from their traps.

The lagoon always had the best lobsters, fat too.

The captain held it up, grinning. " It's a real beaut, Gilligan. Wait until the others see what we have for lunch!" Skipper said with a chuckle.

Gilligan picked up the lobster from the captain and the lobster clamped down on his finger!

" OWWW SKIPPER GET IT OFF GET HIM-" he flung the lobster about. Gilligan closed his eyes until he heard the Skipper grunt in pain.

Gilligan looked up to see the lobster with a claw clamped around the captain's nose. Gilligan chuckled. " Look, Skipper, lobster's got your nose.." he chuckled earning a swift hat to the ribs from a red-faced captain.

" Why does it have to be ME!" He exclaimed.

They took their lobsters and tiny fish they managed to catch right up to the hut area so the girls could start boiling water and prepare lunch for the afternoon.

" OH look at the size of these lobsters professor! This one is kinda cute, he resembles Richard Burton with those large claws…" Ginger giggled as she examined the crustacean.

" If that lobster looks like Richard Burton, then I must not be seeing what you're seeing!" MaryAnn said as she stared at the movie star.

" You're missing out.." She winked.

The men all rolled their eyes and sat around talking until lunch was ready and they sat down hungry and went ahead and ate.

" I know the Howells are usually back by now, maybe they stopped to rest or took a nap." The captain said, a bit worried.

" I just came back from their hut- no sign of them." Professor said as he sat down joining the group once more.

They usually all ate together unless the Howells told them of their plans to skip lunch or have it served in their hut.

" I just don't want to hear about how rude we were for eating without them." The captain said.

They all agreed. " Mhmm." Gilligan chimed in with a mouth full of food.

" I don't know about the Howells, but hopefully they won't be hungry when they get back judging by the amount of food this one is eating…" Skipper said as he pointed to his scrawny first mate and his piled high plate full of food earning a laugh from the others.

The 5 managed to finish lunch quietly with one thing on their were the Howells? This was so unlike them.

Meanwhile on some part of the Island…

Thurston Howell had ventured deeper into the jungle, although he enjoyed the time with his adoring wife, he was a bit worried about how far they'd gone. Lucky for him it started to thunder. He was a bit worried so they quickened their pace to find a cave to stop in.

As they climbed over some rougher part of the trail, Lovey Howell lost her footing and tumbled straight down the path. The millionaire chased after her. He hoped she wasn't seriously hurt.

" Lovey, Lovey my pet are you alright?!" Thurston Howell worried as he kneeled by his wife. He figured they'd need the professor judging by the cut on her forehead and the fall she had taken.

Lovey moaned. " I think I'll be alright…" she said as she brushed herself off and he helped her to stand. They looked up and saw rain starting to fall and the sky let out a giant rumble of thunder. Thurston saw his wife swoon, so he grabbed her and hurried to find a shelter of any kind.

They came to a clearing and saw several old huts. Thurston let out a gasp, as did his wife. He went right for one and headed to it to shelter them from the set his wife down on a bamboo chair similar to the one that was in their own hut. He rested her sore foot on his leg. The whole hut was dusty and dirty but it would have to do.

" What on earth is this place? Where are we?" Lovey asked. " I'm honestly not sure.." The millionaire replied.

What will they find? TBC...