Friendship to Resentment

It is as if we were accustomed to the island now. Our lifes here have developed a daily rhythm.  Everything is a routine; we know what to do. We enjoy the day, the sun and the sea, and the wind. The littleuns goof around together; building sand castles and playing –some are still scared and I fear for them. But we are safe. The biguns have actually been of great help and Jack’s killing desire continues; unfortunately. Other than that, everything seems perfect…

What is that sound?! Bloody Hell!!! A SHIP! A ship! A ship’s passing next to the island. We’re getting rescued; we’re finally going back home! It’s all thanks to my signal fire, I knew it! Wait what??? Where the hell are the fire and the smoke? I can’t see anything on the mountain. Jack’s stupid hunters were supposed to be guarding my signal fire, they let it run out!!! Now the ship won’t know we are here; he won’t even notice. I find myself running up the mountain: “HERE!!! LOOK HERE! SAVE US. WE ARE TRAPPED ON THIS ISLAND. PLEASE COME. HERE!!!”

No response; obviously, they didn’t see or hear me –they won’t come for us. It’s all Jack’s fault; it was his responsibility to watch the fire but he’s too busy trying to hunt pigs even though that won’t help us in anything; how many times do I have to tell him? He just doesn’t understand our priorities. It’s like if this killer has introduced himself in his body and has made Jack blood thirsty. Well, maybe I’m exaggerating, but this certainly needs to stop. Now we’ve lost an opportunity to go back home. I soon spot the hunters singing and chanting, finally carrying a pig “Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.” It's the first pig they've killed. I want to kill them like they killed that pig, especially Jack, but I won’t because I’m no savage. They do look like savages though. They are all almost naked and painted like wild warriors. I’m extremely worried, we are losing order because of them; we are losing our civilization because of this island. I'm getting tired of Jack, our friendship is turning to resentment because he thinks he's the chief;but I am. I think the only person I can really trust is Piggy; he will never lose his morals.

- Ralph