Lord of the Flies: Journal #11

Chapter: Castle Rock

Perspective: Piggy

My Death

Because Jack pinched my specs, I've had to hold onto Sam while I walk around. I could barely even walk around, and doing anything helpful was completely out of the question. I was constantly making cessations and being a pain in the butt. Ralph decided that what Jack did was mean and unnecessary. He said that we should go get my specs back and explain it like the following, "Jack, we understand why you pinched Piggy's specs, and you got what you needed them for- fire- but now Piggy has no eyes as opposed to one, and he would very much like them back," or something like that. It was important that we were not truculent or it would set Jack off.

We all went to Castle Rock (Jack's 'fortress') to attempt to get my glasses back. I was at a loss to travel all by myself, so I hung onto Sam and he led me through the dense forest. When we got there, Sam explained that Roger was sitting deliriously on the top of this wall holding a lever that would send rocks tumbling down and prevent us from getting into the camp. He said Roger looked like he felt so powerful, and that he was holding a talisman.

First, Jack ordered his little minions to tie Samneric up. I got worried because my guide had been taken away from me. I could barely make out the outline of a boulder near me. I stumbled over to that and gave it an everlasting bear hug. I hugged it as tight as I could so that I was sure nothing would happen to me.

I heard Ralph talking to Jack, saying that all he wanted was my specs back. That there was no need for a fight of anything like that. But, when I saw one body charging for another, I thought that there would be a little hostility. I heard cheering from the group of kids on Jack's tribe.

After a little fighting, I decided that that was enough. I spoke up and told everyone that fighting isn't the answer. It's just going to lead to descruction and chaos. I asked them which side was better: hunting, violence, and no organization, or having organization, having rules to keep everyone alive, and making sure everything was in order.

Just then, I thought I had them convinced that there was no need to be fighting and that all the little ones and other big ones in Jack's tribe should come and be with us, when Roger pulled the lever and sent all the rocks and boulders crashing down. I, of course, was right where they were going to come down. I'll spare you the gore-y details and just say that I was hit by a boulder and flew 40 feet of the cliff to my painful death.