Ralph came back with news.
He saw the beast too. I don’t want to believe him, even though he seems to be
sure about what he is saying.
Jack took the conch and
attempted to blow it––failing––but calling an assembly anyways. At the assembly
it was the same thing, all the boys were talking about the beast with this fear
that they’d all seen it… I feel completely baffled. Then, Jack assured the boys
that there was definitely a beast in the mountain and that Ralph was a coward
and should be removed from his leadership role. Meanwhile, I’m indignant. Who
does he think he is? I am more confident when the boys refuse to vote Ralph out
of power. Jack, embarrassed by his fail attempt to overthrow Ralph out of power
and take control of the island, storms away from the assembly, calling his
independence––which I think is great––even though he invites everyone to join
his tribe to have “fun and hunt.”
After Jack left the group,
I realize, a weight has been taken off my shoulders––I can think clearer––but
Ralph seems to be in a very different mood than mine: he is sad, almost depressed.
I try to cheer him up by telling him we could light a fire down here, where we
are, at the beach and that seems to make him feel a little better.
Unfortunately, as we gather
wood for the new fire––the new hope––some of the biguns left to the forest:
leaving our tribe and joining Jack’s. I try to comfort Ralph for the rest of
the day, telling him that we don’t need those traitors.
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