Fire's Out, Hope's Gone.

     Well, who knew: thanks to Jack we’ll be stuck in this island longer than we can imagine. He had the “brilliant” idea of showing the rest of the boys a new technique to hunt, which consisted in painting each other’s faces for what he calls to serve as a camouflage. For me, this is a way of putting in a mask. All of us use masks from time to time, but I think Jack’s mask makes him do more evil than good. From the minute he finished painting his face all his civility, shame, and self-consciousness was gone. He was a new person––if you can even call that a person. What happened next was unbelievable, he pursued the rest of the boys to paint their faces too and go hunting. I was shocked to see that most of the boys were nowhere to be seen and even more shocked when I realized he had driven the boys that were on shift to keep the fire going.

     My mind can’t seem to assimilate why the rest of the tribe doesn’t recognize the importance of the fire: if there’s not fire, there’s no rescue. It would make so much sense if they were focused on the fire and having hope––believing. Also, since they’ve been talking about some “beast” that is on the island it would make sense if they wanted to get rescued, but they keep insisting on hunting and they are clearly losing all their civility at an alarming pace, especially Jack.

     What happened next? There was a ship. A ship was passing and he didn’t see us. Why? Because everyone was out hunting with masks and spears; nobody was keeping the fire going. It hurts when you know that you’re making an effort but some people in the tribe suddenly decide to throw away everything they’ve been taught growing up.

     Discouraged, that’s how I felt on top of the mountain. Watching then, a mob of kids, nothing like the first time I saw them. Painted faces, ripped, dragged clothes, and the remains of caps.

I made the rash decision of standing up to Jack; I shouldn’t have done it. He immediately became angry, uncontrollable and attacked me. He broke my specs! I thought he might’ve been mad but I never thought he’d be this mad. His shame is gone, and even though in split moments he appears to realize what he’s done I’m afraid one day it’ll never come back. 

Shelters Guys! Focus

I am very worried for our safety. Everyone in the tribe is prioritizing something else rather than the shelters and that affects the whole tribe. As long as the rest of the boys keep on having fun and not thinking about getting rescued or having a shelter then the tribe is at risk.

Things between Ralph and Jack are getting tense also. Jack’s love for hunting is incredible––I’m afraid he is giving too much to his natural instincts and he is forgetting the importance of civilization and how it keeps your instincts under control. His hair is longer too… What I think is jack could serve as an enforcer of rightful authority and discipline, but he doesn’t share Ralph’s civilized vision.

Ralph on the other hand thinks more like me––he prioritizes shelters and works hard on them with Simon.  I really wish I could help but my physicalcondition prevents me from doing so: I have Asthma. 

Nobody Listens to Me

     We had a second meeting that day. Ralph blew the conch and everyone gathered about.

Jack's attitude is bothering me to an extent: he interrupted Ralph in the assembly to say that hunting was important! How dare he! There are priorities we must work together to have those done before we focus on having fun and hunting. At least something good came out of this––now whoever has the conch is the only one allowed to talk. Thank God a process for order and civil discourse is finally established.

     Since I'm pretty sure that nobody knows our exact location I let everyone know that we might be here for a pretty long time. The first thing to do is obviously: ignite a fire. This way, it'll serve as a signal for passing ships and there will be hope of getting rescued.

     Something peculiar happened then, one of the little ones mentioned there was a "beast" that scared him at night. I was surprised but not very worried, there is no beast on the island. Whatever the boy was scared of was probably a nightmare.

     Then I realize mentioning the fire drives Jack insane and he leads the rest of the boys to the mountain. What a reckless action––losing all consent for the conch. 

This was unbelievable! They all left running like madmen behind Jack. I took the conch since everyone else had forgot about it and carried it to the top of the mountain. On top of that they used my glasses to ignite the fire and they let it go out of control.

    I had to speak up then, in proper terms I told them that they're actions were irresponsible. Starting a fire like that and letting it out of control to were the smaller kids were playing was highly irresponsible. I'm pretty sure the boy with a mark in his face is gone missing––it's all their fault. Why wouldn't they think of building shelters first? Don't they have any vision at all? This is unbelievable. 

Working Together

The conch was a total success.
It reunited all the boys all over the island... Except, I don't have quite a good feeling about a group of boys that appeared to look like a moving creature, with black cloaks and caps. They truly intimidate me. Especially their leader, Jack Merridew.
During the assembly I knew there had to be a leader and as expected Ralph was chosen by vote. In a way, I'm glad it wasn't Jack Merridew, there's something to him and his choir that I don't like.
After the meeting Ralph wants to go exploring with Jack and they take Simon with them. I wonder why they didn't let me accompany them––I had the idea of the conch, besides, I knew Ralph before him.
On another note, I have been very bothered by the ridicule that's been made of me: Ralph told everyone my name is Piggy and I guess that's how I will stay––sadly.
To me the division of power and jobs on the island is crucial. But to start with, Ralph's priorities don't seem to be the smartest ones––he wants to have fun.
And to be honest I'm not liking his attitude towards me, how he made me stay behind getting all the names––I want to work with him, I don't want to stay behind.

Thats Not My Name Guys

The first thing I see when I finally wake up is a somewhat blurred outline of a boy with stockings, apparently taking a stroll down the beach.  I struggle to get up and catch up with him––but my auntie told me I have Asthma and that prevents me from being like the rest of the boys.

I need to catch up with this boy though. I don't know where we are and the man with the megaphone is nowhere to be seen. 

I want to ask this kid so many questions at first. It appears to me we are on an island although I am not 100% sure. 

Are there any adults on the island?

Any other kids?

I am aware that my social skills aren't exactly the best. 

Back in England I was bothered by the rest of the boys and I hated it.

But now, it has happened again! When I met the boy with fair hair and stockings, Ralph, I introduced myself––I don't know how it happened though, but he is calling me Piggy.

Piggy

Piggy

Piggy.

I dislike the sound of it––it hurts.

Ralph seems to be more focused on making fun of me with this highly derogatory name-calling than the fact that we are on an island without any adult supervision. I'm thinking we must meet with the others––if there are any others. 

That's when he spots the conch: beautiful, white, and glistening. 

Suddenly I have an idea! Ralph must blow the conch, it'll make a sound that will extend for quite a long distance––this should call everyone else that's scattered about.