Lord of the Flies: Journal #9

Chapter: A View to a Death

Perspective: Jack

The Grand Feast

My pig. My sow. My greatest kill. I felt fantastic about killing this huge sow. This monstrous, corpulent sow with the pathetic weapons that we had. Now that we've got the meat, I decided that it would be nice if I invited Ralph and his little tribe to come have a great feast with my tribe. That while the phosphorescence of the sun was still up, we could have a little party. We had to go to their side of the island anyways to steal some of their fire, and now we could do it discretely while we ask them to join us. We were already roasting the pig when they got here, and we just had a grand time. We played around, ate the tasty pig, acted out the scene, had drinks from the coconut shells, had the fruit from the trees, and just enjoyed ourselves.
Once it got darker, we all sort of got a little crazy. We were all in a big circle, armed with our sharpened sticks and knives. At first, Robert pretended to be the sow- on all fours and squealing like a crazy person. He started jerking his body and he looked like one of those bulls that you have to try to stay on. Then he crawled out of the circle and the circle was empty. Ralph pulled me aside and asked me about how I was planning to keep dry for the storm that was coming. We were all already getting a little wet. I wondered that, too. He said that he had all the shelters and we didn't have anything.
Just then, something else crawled its way into the center of the circle. Because it was so pitch black, I couldn't tell what it was. It was on all fours, and everyone started chanting, “Kill the pig, slit his throat, spill his blood!” so I just guessed it was another pig. Everyone, with our weapons, started jabbing, slicing, cutting, ripping, and biting at the thing. The small body laid on the sand, dead, ripped to shreds.
It didn't take me long to realize that the animal was not a pig. It was a boy. It was too dark to recognize who, but it was a small, thin body, and he has sandy hair. That's all I could make out, the moon's light allowed me to see that much. The sand around him was already stained in red blood. The kind that gives you the willies when you look at it or smell it. I felt sort of bad...