Piggy's Journal
As I watched the expedition leave the beach into the thick wall of jungle, I wondered how long it would be before they came back or even if I would ever see some of them again. It seems to me that I’m the only one that takes getting stuck on an island seriously! As I stated into the shallow lagoon my eyes strayed into the dark blue patch of sea just beyond the reef. What if there really was a leviathan out there, waiting for one of us to go crazy and try to swim for land.
Of course not, I’m just being windy, I thought to myself. ‘To bad there aren’t any moors here or we might be able to grow some food.’ I let my senses open up to the world around me, smelling the brine in the air I remembered that there were lil’uns I had to look after so I got up and started looking for them. I found three of them playing king and knights in the sand and some others were playing with planes that they’d made out of twigs.
As the day went on I got increasingly bored till I heard a rustling in the bushes. I looked and it was just Simon. He said that the others were climbing the mountain and that they would be back sometime before sundown. That left me dun that just Simon and I were left with the lil’uns for a couple more hours.
Sep 25, 2008
Blog #4
Ralph's Journal
I sat in the dark listening to the whoops and hollers of the ludicrous things that we call children. I sat in the darkness, Piggy and I listening in shame to the creatures we both felt like we brought into existence. “Blow the conch again?” he asked tenderly from somewhere to my right.
“So they will ignore me?” I asked jeeringly. We listen again only to hear the start of a hunting chant and hysterical lamentations from the dark. The way that jack had gotten everyone excited added to my growing discouragement about being chief.
“I should quit being chief, I suck at it anyhow,” I stated plainly.
“No! Please don’t Ralph you’re the only person standing between that evil boy, Jack,” yelled Piggy.
“Without you are chief everyone would be as ad as savages,” said an disembodied voice out of the ever deepening darkness.
“Is that you Simon?” asked Piggy.
“Yes.”
The Three of us sat in silence for a while listening as the screams and crying from the beach turned into the sound of a rambling mush, all stuffed together into one. “Darn it, Darn it, Darn it, Darn it!” yelled Piggy into the darkness as if this deficient form of an incantation could have made everything be better.
I got up and walked back to the shelters slowly ignoring the following footsteps behind me.
I sat in the dark listening to the whoops and hollers of the ludicrous things that we call children. I sat in the darkness, Piggy and I listening in shame to the creatures we both felt like we brought into existence. “Blow the conch again?” he asked tenderly from somewhere to my right.
“So they will ignore me?” I asked jeeringly. We listen again only to hear the start of a hunting chant and hysterical lamentations from the dark. The way that jack had gotten everyone excited added to my growing discouragement about being chief.
“I should quit being chief, I suck at it anyhow,” I stated plainly.
“No! Please don’t Ralph you’re the only person standing between that evil boy, Jack,” yelled Piggy.
“Without you are chief everyone would be as ad as savages,” said an disembodied voice out of the ever deepening darkness.
“Is that you Simon?” asked Piggy.
“Yes.”
The Three of us sat in silence for a while listening as the screams and crying from the beach turned into the sound of a rambling mush, all stuffed together into one. “Darn it, Darn it, Darn it, Darn it!” yelled Piggy into the darkness as if this deficient form of an incantation could have made everything be better.
I got up and walked back to the shelters slowly ignoring the following footsteps behind me.
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