The ocean breeze turned chilly as the sun went down on the third day. The sand was still warm, and that’s what kept him there for a few more minutes as he contemplated possible means of rescue.

” Are you still trying to figure out how they got off Gilligan’s Island?” she mocked.

“No, I was considering other avenues today.”

“Oh, like constructing a transporter out of banana leaves and coconuts up the mother ship?” she laughed.

“If you weren’t my sister, I’d leave you here with the monkeys, when I figure this out”

“Well until that happens, you’ll just have to endure my natural animal abilities. And for the record, Dinner is at 8, and the Monkey’s don’t like it when you’re late.”