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.