Ralph, Samneric, myself, and some of the littluns are the only ones left from the original group. I don't want to think about Simon. And I definitely don't want to think about the fact that Ralph and I were part of the force that.... killed.... him.
Ralph and I try to keep the fire going all day, but it's hard because there aren't as many boys to run collect fire wood for us all the time. Whenever I venture out to get some wood near Jack's camp it doesn't sound like the boys are having any fun. I feel like I heard a boy being beaten over there, but that couldn't have been possible. Maybe they were just chanting something angrily. I don't want to go back near Jack's camp any time soon though.
At night we let the fire die out. There was no way to maintain it now that there were so few of us and no one could find any sticks in the darkness. We decided to just settle down and go to sleep together with the few remainders of our group.
My specs! Oh my specs! I can't believe they're gone! Those boys. Those boys with Jack they took my specs. To light a fire. To signal to a ship so they could be rescued and not us. Oh, my specs! Oh Jack! Why did you have to take my specs?!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment