LOTF - Chapter Twelve

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 12 – Cry of the Hunters
“The End of Painted Faces”
Perspective: Ralph

The water dances and sparkles beneath my as I hang over the head of the naval officer’s ship. I cannot recall the last time I felt so at ease, though the other boys seem more shocked than relaxed, and some of them even seem disappointed. Whenever I pass by one of them, I feel their eyes boring holes in my back and it makes my heart speed up. I feel anxious being three feet away from someone who wanted to kill me.
At night I dream about the island. Once again I find myself hiding in the dense thicket by Castle Rock. A boulder crashes through the bushes from above, sending twigs and leaves flying everywhere. I cough as thick smoke burns my throat and I shove my way through the bushes. I catch a glimpse of painted faces as I sprint towards the shady trees and keep on running, branches whipping and scraping my arms and legs. My heart pumps and I feel like it is in my throat, choking me. I can even feel the piece of meat Sam gave me churn in my stomach. I hear an ululation close behind and the image of Roger with a spear pointed at both ends infiltrates my mind and find myself looking into his black eyes, blackness that spread until it blinds me and I see Piggy and Simon, mangled and dead.
I wake up in cold, hard sweat and check my surrounding to make sure that I am not on the dreadful island. I am so thankful for the naval officer I had knocked into, right as the group of savages came out of the island with spears gripped tight in their hands and prepared to run me through. I know he was disappointed, though. I saw the astonishment in his eyes when I told him about Simon and Piggy. I told him that I was the leader, and the first impression that he had about me was that I let two people die. I will never let myself forget about Piggy and Simon, the smartest and kindest people I knew.
Both Piggy and Simon died while we were on this island, and even after Sam and Eric were tortured to join Jack’s tribe they still risked themselves to warn me. This island was the most horrible thing I could wish upon anybody, and I hope that it will cease into nonexistence so that no one will ever have to live through the same thing that Piggy, Simon, Sam, Eric, and I did.

LOTF - Chapter Eleven

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 11 - Castle Rock

Question Answers

1. Piggy tells Ralph to blow the conch and later he tells the littluns at the meeting that his glasses were stolen.

2. Piggy says he will tell Jack to give back his glasses because "what's right is right". He also wants to bring the conch not only to show Jacks group what he doesn't have, but also as a talisman against them.

3. Ralph wants their appearance to be clean and neat like they were before the plane crash.

4. Roger is positioned to be the look-out so he challenges the boys when they approach Castle Rock.

5. Jack had been hunting and when he appeared he had a pig behind him.

6. Ralph calls Jack a thief, which then provokes the fight.

7. After the cessation in the fight, Jack tells the savages to tie them up.

8. Roger, who is on top of Castle Rock, is throwing rocks down at Piggy and, unlike before, he is purposefully trying to hit Piggy.



Strong Body Paragraph
Piggy's Murder

In Chapter 11 Piggy was brutally murdered, and I believe that Roger is to blame for his death. William Golding says that, "The intention of a charge was forming among them". When this was happening below, Roger was above them with the rock in his possession and he chose to release the boulder because he felt left out from the group. After that William Golding says that, "Roger, with a sense of delirious abandonment, leaned all of his weight on the lever." The lever triggered the boulder to fall and hit Piggy. This proves that Roger decided to release the rock onto Piggy, therefore killing him. Although Jack says that he himself meant to do that, Roger was really the one who compromised to lean on the lever which set the rock in motion and hit Piggy. To conclude my point about who really cause the murder of Piggy, I say, once again, that it was Roger's fault. Roger truculently decided to release the rock witch killed Piggy. He was controlled by savagery but he also was acting on pure human nature because the rock was also triggered because Roger felt left out from the group.

LOTF - Chapter Ten

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 10 - The Shell and the Glasses
"The Afterthought"
Perspective: Simon

I remember. They came upon me with lust in their cold, impervious eyes. Their gaze was saturated with repulsion and hatred. Fingers reached, teeth grinded. A chant hummed in the background. Then Ralph’s and Piggy’s faces in the mob. I shouted to them, they needed to know about the dead man. But then, the fall. The pain came and enveloped my body and I thought that there could be no worse pain than the one that paralyzed me. But I was wrong. There was still the boys, determined to kill the beast. They threw themselves on me and all I could do was lay on the damp, grainy sand and let them tea me apart.


I never gave much consideration to how I would die, but when I did picture my death, it was in a train crash, or by the means of a fatal disease. Being tortured and killed by people I knew, and might even consider friends, never came to mind. Now I watch what happens on the island. I hover above the deceiving place in all it’s picturesque beauty like a bird and see everything and anything, but no one seems to see me.

I heard Ralph and Piggy talking about the night I died, and for a moment I felt revulsion in the pit of my stomach towards them. They were covered in translucent, purple bruises – evidence that they participated in the savagery of Jack’s wild dance. They were cautious of admitting that they partook in the bloody event, and insisted that they left early to Sam and Eric, who as well seemed to have convinced themselves that they held no part in it.

Jack was the opposite. He had adjusted himself to being chief and acted like a king, ordering other boys around and sitting apart from the rest of the boys he had recruited in a cave near Castle Rock. He is a very different leader than Ralph. Ralph never beat up littluns, but a littlun called Wilfred lay on the cold, hard, rock floor, whimpering.
He held a meeting like the ones Ralph had held many times before, but it was on much darker topics. Unlike Ralph, Piggy, Sam, and Eric, Jack openly admitted that he took part in what he thought was injuring the beast, but was really my murder. He told the boys there that the beast was in disguise, so he must not have been completely blinded as to not recognize me. Even though Jack believed that he hurt the beast that was disguised as me, if I had killed anything that even slightly looked like a human being, I would be entirely guilt ridden. It shows how much Jack and all the other boys are controlled by the repulsive, theological beast: mankind’s essential illness. It lies in everyone, waiting for a chance to unleash its full potential. It has been in the minds of some of these boys to long, I am afraid that they will never be purged in these conditions.

Jack also planned to steal the coveted fire from Ralph’s tribe. I witnessed three boys creep up to the site of Ralph’s tribe on bare feet. Their faces were painted charcoal black to blend in with the threatening feeling of the night. They realized straight away that there was no fire by the absence of the flickering embers. They proceeded to the shelters, trying to make as little noise as possible, but occasionally a crack of a twig or the crunch of the sand slipped through. I heard a rustling inside one of the shelters as someone woke up. They whispered something to each other so softly that I could not hear and one of them called out, “ Piggy, Piggy. Piggy, come outside. I want you, Piggy.” There was more noise inside the shelter and the three boys advanced to it. “Piggy, where are you, Piggy?” There was thrashing inside the shelter and the boys crept into it. Sounds of attack drifted from the shelter and there was more thrashing noises. Eventually, the three boys from Jacks tribe ran out, uninjured. Something that one of the boys was holding glinted in the moonlight and I looked closer. He was clutching Piggy’s glasses. I literally groaned, but then Ralph and Sam and Eric came out, dragging Piggy out behind them. My breath stuck in my throat. Was he…? But they started talking their illumination made me realize two things: Piggy was not dead and they had been beating themselves up. I groaned.

If only I could have stayed on the island and told Ralph and Piggy about the dead man, everything could be different. I could have helped extinguish the beast from their souls and I could have helped Jack’s tribe realize there was no beast, so they wouldn’t kill anyone. There are so many things I could have done to help them that it makes me barmy. If only…

LOTF - Chapter Nine

Question Answers

1. Simon gets a bloody nose when he is sleeping but the flies still prefer the dead pig head and the pig's guts.
2. He decides to go to the mountainside where the dead aviator is.
3. Simon untangles the parachute lines from the rocks.
4. Piggy suggests that they should go to the party.
5. The awkward presence is accepted because Piggy gets burned and so everyone laughs and makes fun of him, easing the tension between them.
6. Jack says Ralph doesn't have the conch with him and so it doesn't count or matter.
7. The weather became rainy and windy towards the end of the party.
8. They chant, "Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"
9. Simon comes out of the jungle and tries to tell the rest of the boys that the beast on top of the mountain is just a dead aviator.



Strong Body Paragraph
Simon's Death

I accuse the beast for causing Simon's death, but really I blame evil in general because the beast is "mankind's essential illness", which is evil. The beast had crept into the minds of the boys a long time ago and it finally unleashed it's true capacity. In Chapter Five, Simon sheds light onto the subject. "What's the dirtiest thing there is?", he asks at the meeting, trying to get the boys to understand what he thinks is the beast and what finally killed him. While the boys chanted and danced around Simon, William Golding says that "Simon was crying out something about a dead man on a hill". Simon was trying to get the message across to the boys, the message that he was trying to explain four chapters ago. If there was no beast or no evil on the island, Simon wouldn't have died trying to tell the boys and the boys wouldn't have been possesed by evil. Another reason evil is the cause of Simon's death is that the boys were blinded by the evil and did not realize that the thing that they were up against was Simon. In the very last part of the dance when they kill Simon, William Golding starts to call Simon the beast in the text. He was making that part of the chapter in the boy's point of view of what Simon was. To conclude my point about what really caused Simon's murder, I belive that evil iin general is what killed Simon because Simon believes that the beast is mankind's essential illness: evil.

LOTF - Chapter Eight

Lord of the Flies

Chapter 8 - Gift for the Darkness

I chose the second scene as the most grotesque and disturbing part of Chapter Eight because it is so far the most repulsive behavior from the boys on the island. It shows that the boys have become truly savage and wild since their plane crashed on the island and left them stranded.

In this chapter, Jack decides to kill a pig and have a feast to try and recruit the people left in Ralph’s group to his tribe. He also said to prevent the beast from bothering them he will make a sacrifice. He and the boys who chose him over Ralph go off to hunt for the pigs and once they found a trail, they follow it and it leads them to a large herd of wild pigs. The boys slowly crept up until a thin screen of underbrush separated them from the hot, bloated pigs. Jack gave the signal and a shower of spears rained down upon the sow they were after, a nursing female, the largest in the group. Two spears took their mark and punctured the pig’s hide, while another caught a piglet that stumbled into the waves. The large pig staggered upright and ran off through the forest. The boys chase after her for an extensive amount of time but are not delayed by tracking her down, as a bloody trail followed her. Finally they reach a quiet and beautiful are where butterflies dance in the humid air. The pig collapsed on the woven mat of creepers and the boys launched themselves upon her, stabbing wherever they could. Roger ran around them and tried to find a place where he could stick his spear, and when he did he leaned all of his weight on it so it slowly inched forward while the pig screamed in pain. At last, when Jack sliced her throat, the sow’s sufferings cease and she crumpled beneath them. The boys, breathing hard from their demoniac performance get off the pig and start laughing because Roger realized that where he stabbed the pig was right up her butt. Jack paunched the pig and when he was through, he cut of the head and asked for a spear from one of the boys. He stuck the pig head on the spear and said out loud, “This head is for the beast. It’s a gift”, and they all scampered off.

This scene was the most disgusting scene in the book because it is in every way horrific. It was gory and bloody, but it was also cruel and malicious. After Jack and the boys launch their spears at the pig once and followed it until it collapses, they needn’t had to jump on the pig and torture it until it died. If they had just waited for a moment, the pig would have probably died on it’s own. They tormented the pig because they were savage from being on the island. Their minds have become so twisted that they torture the pig, but it is to an extent that they aren’t killing each other. They even started laughing because they realized that Roger stuck his spear up her butt, and so basically they are laughing because they are torturing the pig. Another way this scene is the most repulsive is that when Jack’s group is torturing the pig, it all happens in Simon’s chapel when Simon is present. Simon is the purest one on the island but because the pig finally gave in to the heat and the pain precisely where he was hiding and meditating he had to witness the tormenting of the pig. That is truly horrible because Simon is good and someone like that should not be allowed to observe such a dreadful event. Finally, Simon’s chapel is very beautiful and it is disturbing that the pig had to be tortured and killed in a gorgeous place like that.

I feel that William Golding wanted this chapter to demonstrate the extreme brutality and evil of human nature. He portrayed it very well and I hope that it is one message that people will understand.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Seven

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 7 - Shadows and Tall Trees
"The Flapping Beastie"
Perspective: Jack

I was so close!!! I could have gotten the boar but Ralph got in the way and it got away from me. Ralph was so conceded about the shot he made at the pig. It barely even grazed it! “I got the pig! You should have seen it!” he said. But then we got started in a fantastic game. Robert was the pig and we all pretended like we were hunting him. All of our dirty, briny bodies circled around him as he squealed like a pig in terror. It was marvelous and so realistic. We even used spears! After the game was done I was exhausted, like I just played a weary game of rugger. Then I sagely thought that we could have a ritual game at night, with fire and drums. We could have someone dress up as a pig, but it would be better to have a real pig because then we could kill it! I said to the boys that we could use a littlun instead of a real pig. I was so funny that everyone laughed really hard! After that Simon said something about us all turning savage, but no one listened.

Later on Roger, Ralph and I set off to the top of the mountain to look for the beast because everyone else was too scared to they went back. But then Ralph and even Roger got to scared so they waited while I went up to the mountain. As I reached the top, I heard an odd flapping sound. I admit that I was a bit curious so I crept behind a rock and peered over it. A large, shadowy form went up and down. I was so petrified with fear that I didn’t say a word as I ran imperviously back down the mountain to Ralph and Roger. When I go there, they wanted to see it for themselves so they went back up the mountain. I stayed in the back and after they saw it they went running back down like I did.

It was so frightening, but if I admit that I am scared as well, my plan to make myself look better than Ralph won’t work. Ralph is the only thing in the way of being chief and if we both seem like frightened little boys homesick for their mothers the rest of the boys will always choose Ralph. I liked Ralph better at the beginning. He had a certain bravado about him that was fun to be around, but now he is all about rescue and he is no fun on the island. I suppose if the boars tusk didn’t cut my arm he would have been fun on the hunt, but that is over and so he has had his chance.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Six

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 6 - Beast from Air
"The Beast with No Trace"
Perspective: Ralph

I can’t help but feel that I am isolated form the rest of the boys on the island. All they do is run about and play foolish games, and the only production they ever make, and the only thing that is ever on their minds, is hunting. But sometimes I feel embroiled between feeling self-pity and chastising myself for my moments of anger towards the boys. At night, for example, when I hear them whimpering in their sleep form their nightmares. They will only get worst tonight, after Samneric told their account of what happened at the signal fire. They had rushed up to me and told me, and so I had foolishly called for a meeting. A beast with razor-sharp claws, that leaves no trace or tracks will certainly frighten the boys. I was also jumpy after they had replayed their experience, and I wished that I wasn’t the leader and I could follow diffidently behind someone else. I now realize that what I was really wishing for was a grown up.

Jack and I decided to go and hunt down the beast in a place we called Castle Rock, down by the end of the lagoon where Jack said he hadn’t searched before. It was so far the only thing we had agreed on in a long time. I let Jack lead the way towards the Castle Rock. I was still set on my ambition to have a break from being the chief. There are so many responsibilities, and no one person should have to carry them all. On the way, the boys were energetic and a bit fearful at the thought of going to the beast’s lair. Once we had proceeded to the rock I took charge. If everyone expected Jack to lead, he would. I still feel like I am the strongest leader, and I try to control the boys, but soon enough Jack will have the boy’s respect instead of mine.

On the rock, we found no sign of life except for the guano on the rocks. Jack and I climbed to the top and once there, above the flailing water, the boys saw us and scrambled upon the rocks. They started playing on the rocks, pushing boulders off the cliff, losing the purpose of the expedition. There was still a beast on the island and they were playing fort games? I had to remind them that we were nevertheless searching for the beast, and they mutinously obeyed.

Living on this island seems interminable. Will we ever get rescued?




In Chapter 5, Ralph asks for something grownup or sign. Later on in the beginning of Chapter Six, during when all the boys are sleeping there are planes battling over the island. An aviator attempts to parachute out of the plane, but is killed in the process. The wind drifts him over to the mountain on the island where the stranded boys are sleeping. He is thrown about on the rocks until he gets caught.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Five

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 5 - Beast from Water
"Rules to Civilization"
Perspective: Simon

The light from the signal fire flickers on my face as I warily watch the dark, dense forest around me. I restlessly peer into the shadowed trees and wish I could go hide under the creepers with slivers of moonlight shining through. But Ralph asked me to watch over the fire and I agreed. I would much rather get rescued than be comfortable and at ease.
Ralph’s new rules are a good idea for the island. Hopefully everyone follows them, especially the rule about the signal fire. We also need better shelter, and the rule about drinking water should be followed through too. Even though they are great ideas, I fear that everything is falling apart too quickly that they will not be followed through in time to prevent mankind’s essential illness. So far, I think that the nighttime meeting was the worst so far. The air between Ralph and Jack has become tempestuous and that can’t lead to decorum between them.. The other boys will follow their lead and either join Ralph or Jack.
The littluns are an effigy of hopelessness, screaming in their sleep with no one to help them. The discursive story the little boy told us at the meeting was an example of what they dream about. Twisty things and beasts couldn’t be real, it is a ludicrous idea, but I wonder if the shadow he saw was truly me, or some other boy. I doubt it could be a beast, but the little boy, Percival brought up an interesting suggestion. The poor thing was too scared to say it around all of the older boys who had already countered his thought, but when he did say it I don’t think any of us had every thought of it before. Could there really be a beastie, and could it really come from the sea? Who are we to judge, as we are just some foolish boys, stuck on an island and subject to mankind’s essential illness: evil. I can tell that some boys have it already, like Roger, and Jack is beginning to show signs of it. Could Ralph or I ever become evil and malicious like them?
I hope Ralph’s plan to set things strait on this island works, or we could all become savage.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Four

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 4 – Painted Faces and Long Hair
“The Beginning of What Could Happen”
Perspective: Simon

A warm breeze brushes my tangled hair away from my face. It is reaching my shoulder now, showing how long we have been on this forsaken island. Tropical birds chirp but give no hint to where they perch, hidden in the palms. The blatant sounds from the littluns playing on the beach mingles with the susurration of the waves crashing against the reef and numbs my mind from what happened this afternoon. Then the underbrush rustles behind me and I hear a pig squeal and I am jolted back into my memory. The malevolent look on Jack’s face appears in my thoughts and the scene automatically replays itself.

Jack’s eyes glint beneath his painted face before he shoves his bloody fist into Piggy’s soft stomach. Piggy doubles over to look at the burned, bare earth. His shrill voice rings out as he criticizes Jack, and Jack’s hand swings towards Piggy’s face and his glasses get knocked to the ground.

I fear that this is just the beginning of what could happen on this island if we aren’t rescued soon. The atmosphere on this island has become bad, even wicked at times. Little Johnny told me Roger was throwing stones at him. Later on I walk up to see Johnny teasing a smaller child. Some of the older boys are not good influences on them, and I worry that if the older boys don’t watch out for them, something worse could happen. I try my best, but there are too many. It crushes me to hear them crying for their mothers and tossing at the mercy of bad dreams at night, when the darkness eats up all of the good thoughts. The sun and the light is like a balm for them; during the day, they spend most of their time playing with the others on the beach, like the ones in front of me are doing so now.

It is hard adjusting to this new life on the island, whereas the littluns play and eat all day, us older ones barely have time for play, as we work hard to make a suitable shelter and find food. And most importantly, trying to get ourselves rescued. We were so close today. The thin line of gray smoke I saw today, just over the horizon taunts me; I keep seeing make-believe ships on the ocean. If only the smoke signal was burning on the top of the mountain, we could all be in fresh clothes and heading home to our families. Jack should have told the hunter who were in charge of the signal fire to stay there. He was so irresponsible! Him and his masks; he feels like he can do anything with it on. It was like he was impalpable to sympathy and regret when he had it on. But he came back with a dead pig hanging on a stick, black gouts dropping from her, and smiling like he was possessed.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Three

Lord of the Flies
Chapter Three - Huts on the Beach
"Pigs"
Perspective: Jack

We need pigs. We need meat. Ralph doesn’t understand that without meat, we have no protein, and without protein he can’t build those silly huts. He was so rapt about them that he couldn’t realize that. He wasn’t doing a very good job with them either. They were made out of old palm trees and were very unstable; one touch could cause it to fall apart at your feet. Maybe it is because the boys who were supposed to be carrying out the building ignored the orders. If I were chief, the huts would be built well, and with plenty of work form the boys. But we don’t even need shelter; the weather is fine and Ralph is making too much of a wizard about the littluns. They are fine on their own. They took care of themselves the very first night on the island, so why can’t they do it now?

I can’t wait until tomorrow when I can hike up to the declivities where the pigs are. They way I see it, finding meat seems to be our only vicissitude. I was so close today. It kills me that I didn't get it; it was right in front of me! Next time, when I hear the hard castanet sound of the wild pigs hoofs, I will kill. It’s a compulsion I feel, deep in my gut, and I intend to follow it. If I don’t get a pig in time as well, people might start thinking I am weak, and they won’t respect me. There will be susurration from it. Yes, next time, I have to kill.

One thing concerns me. Simon. He always vanishes, and for long periods of time. What is he up to? Could he a found something useful? Useful? But Simon doesn’t seem like a kind of person to hoard things for himself. He is always giving and helping. I should know. He was in my choir. But it still makes me uneasy.

I like this island, and it fun being the hunter. If I become chief it would be even better.
I think … I think it would be okay if we stayed here … if we never get rescued.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter Two

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 2 – Fire on the Mountain
“No More Handstands”
Perspective: Ralph

Journal,

The first day of being chief has taken a turn for the worse. I don’t even feel like doing a handstand anymore.

After going on a glorifying journey and being welcomed back with applause, I find myself partially responsible for a blazing wildfire, savaging down the mountain. I must admit I did get caught up in the ebullience of building the fire. With the setting sun warming my back and the fresh air in my lungs, a kind of glamor was set upon us and I suffered the cost of getting caught up in it. At first, the boys became officious and set off on their own but then I followed them and led them blindly into creating a fire which got out of control and destroyed part of our island, along with all of the useful and accessible fruit and wild pigs. Now that I think back, Jack was the one who errantly led the group of boys in the beginning. Perhaps I should be cautious with him as he also yelled and insulted Piggy. As much as he annoys me, some of the points Piggy made at the top of the mountain made sense. I dare not to agree with him opening for the boys may not respect me as their chief. I wonder if Piggy is right about the boy with the mark on his face; the one who brought up that crazy story about a beastie. Could he have gotten in the way of the flame? Could he really be…dead? But maybe Piggy was wrong and the little boy could be somewhere else in the forest, stuffing himself, along with some other little boys, with fruit. I question if that beastie/snake-thing is real. It is probably just some nightmare the boy had, but it frightens some of the younger kids. That is concerning, for they could get out of hand with panic and fear.

We can’t stay on this island forever. As for a rescue plan, I believe making a signal fire is a good idea, but we must be much more careful next time. If it gets out of hand again, who knows what enormities could happen. We can get all of the younger boys to help collect wood, but send them away after a leave some of Jacks choir to make the flame with Piggy’s specks. I don’t regret that Jack pinched Piggy’s specks; it was a good idea and now we have a way to make fire whenever we want. In the mean time, perhaps I can induce the boys to make shelter huts like Piggy suggested. This is a good island, and while we are here we might as well do it right and be happy with it.

I hope I am a good chief from now on. I think I was the best choice anyway. Piggy has good ideas, but he doesn’t speak well, and jack rushes into things, although he seems like a strong leader. Lastly, I am different from them, all of them, because I have the conch. As I lie in bed next to the conch, thinking about the day, I worry that we might never be rescued. Maybe no one will ever find us, and we will be stuck on this island until the day we die.

LOTF Perspective Writing - Chapter One

Lord of the Flies
Chapter 1 – The Sound of the Shell
“What About My Asthma?”
Perspective: Piggy

Dear Diary,

The heat is all around me as I sit here writing this. Even under the shade of the palm fronds, the high temperature penetrates the air and I can feel sweat covering my forehead and dripping off my nose. Like a pig. No, don’t think of that. I have to admit, the island is very beautiful. The beach seems endless and the effulgence of the sand makes it hard to look at. If we weren't in such a situation like this I would enjoy myself.

I sit on a large rock, away from the herd of boys and next to the scar from the plane crash. The only reason I am writing this is because there are no prying eyes. They would probably laugh at me anyway. I see them, even know when they are not from my old school, snigger and point and call me “Piggy” under their breaths. I am still horrified that Ralph told all of the boys on the island what they called me at my old school. I put my trust in him and he betrayed me. I even see the conch and tell him how to use it, and then he turns around and uses it to become chief. The least he could have done would be to take me along with them as he explore the island, but he had to take the precentor, Jack Merridew. He doesn’t seem very trustworthy, and I don’t think Ralph should put his faith in him. His choir seems all right, but I worry what will happen if Jack gets angry. They are a large bunch of boys, and could easily overtake Ralph if they wanted too. The little black haired boy with the pallor and the faints isn’t much better either. Either way, if I did go I suppose I would slow them down with my asthma. I have to be very careful with my asthma.

Ralph seems fit for a leader, he commands much respect and incredulously the little children almost treat him like an adult. His intentions are good, but sometimes I feel like he doesn't listen to me. He is the best we have, I suppose.

The people on the plane really should have at least left one adult in the cabin. That way, we wouldn’t be going through all this.

If I Were Stranded on an Island

If I were stranded on an island and I could bring three people, one person I would take with me would be my dad. I would bring him because when you are stuck on an island you can panic, which can lead to carelessness, and I think my dad would comfort me. I also chose to bring him because he is a physician, and so he could oversee everyone’s health. The last two reasons I chose to bring him is because he can help think of what to do when we are stranded on an island and because he has had some camping experience. Another person I would bring would be the construction worker who is working on the house across the street from mine, because when we are on the island we need shelter and so he could supervise the building. The last person I would take with me to the deserted island, I would bring my friend Mari from Japan because I barely ever get to see her and what better time is there to chat than when you are stuck on an island. I would also bring her because she can also plan what to do when we are stuck on an island.

One item I would bring with me to an inhabited island would be a two-way, manual radio, because if no one knows where we are or that we are lost and stuck on an island, we could radio in and send for help. Another thing I would take with me would be a Swiss Army knife, because it has many purposes. It can be used to capture and kill an animal, cut things, first aid, and much more. The last thing I would bring would be a survival guidebook. A survival guidebook is useful because it can tell you how to create a shelter, make a fire, and show you which plants to eat.

With these people and items, I think I could survive on an island until help comes.