‘Two years ago, I had met a girl there with whom I had a love affair, not one of the most reputable order. She was young, beautiful and devoted to me. I called her Ginger because of the colour of her hair and she called me Roslyn, after a Templar castle in Scotland.‘

‘We were separated for six months during my treatment in the London Hospital but we promised to meet again at The Ten Bells upon my discharge. As fate would have it, two days before I could keep my promise, she was brutally murdered by the Whitechapel fiend.‘
‘The sudden loss of Ginger by such a fiendish fate broke my heart and brought a renewed bout of delerium tremens necessitating another stay in the London Hospital, all the time haunted by rumours that she was still alive, having avoided the fiend’s knife, while someone else having died in her place, and that she went into hiding. I swore to keep my promise when I was able to be removed which was the night of December 10.‘
‘The Ten Bells is on the corner of Commercial and Fornier where Ginger had staked her pitch. No one, for a year since, had dared to take up her post until that night. The bells of St. Botolph’s “the Prostitute Church” struck midnight when I saw her distincltly standing under the lamp on the corner. Ginger had returned from the grave, younger and more beautiful than I remembered.
I rushed outside to meet my devoted with outstretched arms. “Ginger!“ I cried. “Mary Jane!“‘

‘Her face yielded to terror and I heard her utter the word, “Murder,“ which stopped me in my tracks long enough for me to lose her in the London fog.‘
‘I chased after her through all the dark alleyways of Whitechapel and made enquiries on her behalf of all the unfortunates I ran into. I discovered from them that Mary Kelly had a daughter. Her named was Mary O’Sullivan and she was living in Wales with the Earls of Carnarvon. I made further enquiries on behalf of this daughter but I never found her either.‘

‘I now believe I saw the ghost of Mary Jane Kelly as had several witnesses who claim to have seen her the day after her murder. She had kept the promise she made in life to appear to me. Only my calling her name made her disappear.‘
‘I have to admit however that the possibility still persists in the back of my mind of a daughter because of the hints of Royalty involved in the Whitechapel Murders.‘
‘Then I wonder who was the father. Who was Mary Jane Kelly’s lover or husband, if the daughter was being cared for by the Carnarvons? I wonder as much about his identity as I do about the identity of Jack the Ripper.‘

‘The End’

Ginger. . .Mary Jane. . . I love Ripper theories but this sounds a bit “Gilligan’s Island.“ Well, sub Mary Ann for Mary Jane.
While most men say they like Mary Ann better than Ginger, my ux way prefers the slutty Ginger, while admitting he could never afford her. When asked in workplace surveys which Gilligans Island creature I would choose to be, I always choose the logical answer—Thurston Howell—people suck up to him so he labors least, and he’s apparantly happily married.

Ginger, Mary Ann, and I forgot “Fresh Fish“. Or at least fresh fish bladders. Vesica Pisces literally means fish bladder.
And there is a Gilligan’s Island. This case seems to be associated with either Birch Island or Oak Island. See
oakislandforum My Davinci Code Diary.

It would be nice to have some references….sounds quite interesting though.