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.

Lord of the Flies: Journal #10

Chapter: The Shell and the Glasses

Perspective: Simon (deceased)

Overlooking

I'm dead. I'm done, I'm deceased. All I can do now, is overlook the island, and see what is to become of the boys I spent my last days with. As I sit in a theological place, I can share my views with you...
I start with Ralph, Piggy, and Samneric. First, Ralph and Piggy were talking while gathering firewood. They were talking about me. Ralph was saying that they were murderers. That they were responsible for my death. That the 'dance' that they did the night before was wrong and horrible. Piggy, however, didn't want to hear it. He just kept trying to shut Ralph up and convince him that it was 'just and accident'. Which was correct. But so was Ralph. It was both a murder, and an accident. One that cost me my life.
In my opinion, they were all acting barmy. Completely insane and out of their heads. I know that they couldn't see, and that they were all having a good time with all their friends and eating a great sow that they caught, but no one tried to stop the others from killing me. No one tried to save my life. They all were just so caught up in the moment, that they completely forgot that they were actually hurting something, or someone. As soon as I was completely dead, I felt purged. New, clean, fresh. Like it was a new life.
On the other hand, Jack, who is now the chief of the tribe, was in an illumination when I dropped by. He was explaining to Maurice and Roger how they were going to go about stealing Piggy's glasses for fire. His plan was to go in the middle of the night and just take them from Piggy as he slept. When they actually went and tried to steal the specs, they made too much noise and woke Piggy. It somehow turned into a fight scene. Ralph on top of Eric, punching and hitting him until his face was wet with blood, then Eric got him right in between the legs and Ralph fell over. Then, in the corner, Sam was fighting himself, I'm not sure how, but he was, and then Piggy was having an asthma attack and he was just trying to breathe while Roger and Maurice beat him for the specs. It was indeed quite a scene. In the end, Jack got Piggy's glasses, and Ralph, Piggy, and Samneric ended up with bloody faces.

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...

Lord of the Flies: Journal #8

Chapter: Gift for Darkness

Perspective: Ralph

The Division

Today had to be one of the worst days on this island.
It all started when Jack, Piggy and I were talking on the beach. We were talking about the beastie and what we could possibly do about it. Jack started on about his precious hunters (not demurely at all, I might add). All I said was, “Boys with sticks.” and that was all it took. Piggy even said it himself, “Now you've done it,” and Jack stormed off. He grabbed the conch, and blew it himself, and it was not nearly as good as when I do it. With a demoniac smile, he started. He went on and on about how terrible I am, “He's not a hunter. He's never have got us meat. He isn't a prefect...” blah, blah, blah. On and on about how I don't do anything and how I'm a coward and that I'm totally terrified of this stupid beastie. All lies, of course, but he just went on and on and on about me, just how terrible I am, and why I am the worst chief in the world. It looked like he had everyone, and they all looked at him like he was totally right and that he was a God. Anyway, at the end of his little schpeal, he asked if anyone would join his 'tribe'. No one raised their hands. I was so surprised when he turned tomato red and ran away.
Piggy was not at all sad in Jack's departure. He was in fact very, very happy and he'd never been so confident in all that he did. Because we couldn't continue the signal fire up on the mountain (because of the beastie being there), Piggy came up with the idea of having the fire on the rocks by the beach. While we were all gathering wood and greens to put in the fire, I noticed some of the older boys, and some of the little ones go into the forest to join Jack's 'tribe'. I was appalled. I couldn't believe that people actually bought all of his lies. With every big one that left, things got harder because of the lost pair of hands.
After while, Jack came back with all the rest of the boys. They stole some fire, and they asked us if we wanted to come to eat some giant pig that they caught. They said that they had the most fun time ever killing this pig, and that the pig was a huge sow, a female pig, and that she had a bunch of piglets with her, also. I wasn't sure on all that he said, he was talking so fast, I couldn't understand anything that he was saying. But, he came back, and the pig sounded good...