Chapter 3: A ship! : Piggy's journal.

 I lay down on the hot sand, and it feels warm against my belly in a soothing way. I was all alone, which made me very rapt with my thoughts. The little ones are playing around in the sand, laughing. I wish they could be useful, but who was I with asthma laying around wanting them to be helpful? Simon and Ralph were out making huts, and Jack was hunting. The hunters had already returned, but not Jack. I supposed he must have continued on hunting alone. He probably wanted to catch the first pig by himself to brag about, or some other excuse and dismissed the hunters early. The hunters seemed fine that they could take a break- they looked like they were enjoying it as much as I was. 

 I wondered if Jack and Ralph had talked to each other lately in the forest and if they were getting along. They seemed to be good friends when we first crashed, but their relationship seemed to be fading. Now they were arguing more, and Jack wasn't being very nice to me either. He was always calling me Fatty, and it hurt more than when Ralph told everyone that Piggy was my nickname. Even if I told everyone my real name, they would still call me Piggy and Fatty. I don't think anyone understands how much it bothers me. Whenever I speak up, no one listens. No one understands my great ideas, and I think if they would just listen they'd see what great ideas I have and appreciate me more. I sighed, and slowly drifted to sleep.

Chapter 4:

  The next morning, I woke rather abruptly, but I think it was just because of my asthma. I started breathing a bit steadier after a while, and I felt my heart pace slowly become regular. I walk outside to see the little ones whispering and almost in tears about how the beastie came to get them last night. I could only shake my head and wish they'd grow up a bit faster- just to understand the beastie isn't real. When they talk about the beastie, it reminds me of the boy with the mulberry mark and makes me feel guilty. I'm sure a lot of people feel guilty, but I was supposed to take the names. Another thing no one understood. Everyone was just running about- They wouldn't listen! I had a strong compulsion to become more bold, and somehow make everyone listen to what I have to say.

  I go splash some water on my face, very tired. When I turn, a middle age boy is stomping on the little ones sand castle. He seems happy and proud of it, but when he walks away he says a susurration and he has an expression of disappointment but entertained at the same time.  I waddle into the water a bit.  Ralph and Simon come over for a bit, when Ralph suddenly exclaims he’s seen a ship! I stand up on the rock, and I can see the speck of a ship, in the distance. We all run to the fire, Ralph still naked. As soon as we reach the mountain, filled with suspense and eager to be rescued- the fire is out.

 A few steps away was Jack and the hunters, with Sam and Eric holding something carefully.

 We found out that they got a pig. They are all very excited, and Ralph kept telling them they let the fire out. They didn’t understand until we told them there had been a ship, and we could have been rescued. There was a blank look on all of their faces, and they suddenly didn’t look so happy.

  I started to talk, but then Jack punched me in the stomach. I fell on a rock, and the pain surged through me. He growled and punched my head and repeatedly called me Fatty very rudely and blatantly. My specks fell off and I was almost in tears. I started to develop even more of a belligerence toward Jack. Simon kindly picked them up for me and one lens was broken. I told Ralph he would pay, how dare he break one of my lenses. I could barley see- who knows how long we were stuck on this island. I knew I couldn’t handle a messed up vision very long.

   As we trudged down the mountain, Jack started giving out the meat and telling the story of his hunt, all the hunters were talking at once making the story inscrutable. I was very alarmed when he mentioned all the gouts of blood that had been released from the pig. When I asked for a slice he ignored me. He threw a piece at Simon’s foot, and Simon kindly gave it to me.  I know Simon is someone that might actually be listening to me.

  Ralph says he’s going to have another meeting. Now. I knew it was about all the vicissitudes we were encountering... I wasn't sure what to expect from Ralph or the reactions from everyone else.