Journal #3

Chapters 3 & 4: Delayed

Simon

Oh dear this is bad. I am in my secret spot right now, not only for the peace and quiet to write my journal, but because today's events have left me quite stressed out. I wish I could go back in time so I can stop all these events from ever happening. I should start from the beginning. Jack decided as leader of the hunters, he should get us some meat while me, Ralph and the littleuns make shelter. Before we could object he tempestuously stormed off with an improvised spear and a ramble of "meat" and "barbs". I wish he wasn't so rash. Inspired, the littluns helped us build huts. But as most small children do they soon lost interest and wandered off. For about two or three hours Ralph and I worked unaided and rapt on our shelters, and eventually Jack came back empty-handed. He and Ralph started to argue until things got rather blatant. Ralph thought Jack and the huntor's weren't helping enough and avoiding the real work. Jack said they needed the meat with a slight belligerence. I knew they would eventually bring me into this so while they weren't looking I couldn't resist the compulsion to sneak off. I went to my secret spot, and on the way there there were some children who couldn't reach the fruit the wanted, on eof the viscitudes of being a small child. I couldn't help but remember how much that annoyed me, and I helped them out. Once I got to my secret spot I relaxed and enjoyed the stillness of my isolated paradise. The aroma nulled my mind to a point where I harbored on sleep and reality. As my eyes slowly closed, I prayed a ship would come by soon.

I woke up groggily. Smiling, I stretched and left my oasis in search of Ralph and Jaxck, hoping they had ended their quarrel, unaware of all our impalpable bad luck. Strolling through the opaque grouping of trees, I stepped onto the warm sand of the beach. I saw Ralph conversing with some of the littleuns. As I walked towards them all I could make out before the little ones capered away was "we think it can come at night." Before I could ask Ralph what was going on, my prayers were answered. For beyond the inscrutable horizon, I beacon, a line of smoke, drifted towards our island. Finding myself giddy I shouted, "SMOKE, SMOKE!" Ralph looked and as Piggy glanced at it he worrily asked, "Is our fire producing smoke?" Ralph looked in the mountain's direction. The truth was creeping up on us like one of the endless tendrils. I put my hand on Ralph's shoulder, making him remember he's not alone. Suddenly he ran off into the scar and towards the mountain. As I gave chase after him, I wondered if the hunters were ok and if something bad had happened to them. I feared that the "beastie " was real and had taken them as it's next meal. As we got to the top, we saw the dead peak of the mountain and the malevolently clear-blue sky. "OH GOD OH GOD!", Ralph shouted. He climbed onto the top and at the top of his lungs shouted "COME BACK!". Relentless, he shouted even louder "COME BACK!" But it was futile. The ship and it's warmth, it's idea of escape, departed. The miserable silence was broken by a strange gory chant. To my releif, I saw the huntors unharmed. In between the twins, a pig's carcass was present. Emotionless, I observed them argue. My mind was an empty void. I sat, my spirit crushed. My prayer came true, and we are still on this island anyways. Eventually, after much vilence and apologizing from Jack, Ralph walks off, visibly angry, stating there will be a meeting soon.