Blog 10: All This Over A Pair Of Specs

Everything was just wild, we can hardly remember what happened. It all happened so fast, we started out without fire, and we ended as prisoners. It all started after Jack and his crew stole Piggy's glasses. Without the glasses we had no fire, we had no hope of being rescued.

That morning we decided we needed to get Piggy's glasses back. Piggy was thinking he could just reason with Jack, tell him that it was the right thing to do, boy was he wrong. Ralph decided we would go find Jack and his tribe and try to re-obtain the specs. Ralph said we should try and look somewhat presentable, you know, clean ourselves up a bit. He really didn't ask for our opinion which kind of hurt our feelings. But we decided we would take some spears, just in case somethiing went down.

As we treaded down the island we had to stop and guide the newly blinded Piggy so that he wouldn't walk ino the ocean. We neared the spot of the feast, the sand, the sand had red stains in it. Terror, hatrid, and sadness entered us as we passed along. Thoughts of Simon entered our heads, the terror we caused him, the hatrid towards ourselves for what we did, and the sad emotions entering our bodies knowing he can never come back. Ralph finally spoke up and knew where the hunters had gone, Castle Rock.

We neared the neck of land that leaded to Castle Rock. We felt nervous that our encounter with the new found chief would be not so pretty. As we walked along the narrow neck of land Piggy got scared that he would fall off the cliff because he could here the waves crashing on the side of the neck. We urged him along and kept moving toward Castle Rock. The secind we git there Roger confronts us, the second he does Ralph laughs and blows the conch. All the hunters emerge from Castle Rock alertly at the sound of the conch. To us this meant that through all of their savageness, they still had a bit of respect for the conch.

Jack came out of the woods and Ralph confronted him immediately, a modern day war of the worlds was to happen. Ralph called Jack a thief one second and the next they were fighting each other with spears. After they finished Jack had some of his tribe members tie us up and they took us into Castle Rock. Roger then launched a boulder and it hit Piggy, sent him flying forty feet before he landed in the water, his brains spilling out of his head. After that, we were prisoners of Jack's. We had two choices, live and join his tribe or face the same fate as our beloved friend Piggy.

To think, all of this over a pair of specs. Damn!!

Blog 9: Blinded By The Chief

This morning I woke up to the cold chills of the ocean. I give the thought's of last night a shudder and walk to the phospherescent water. I think of the smothering we recieved by Jack and his damned friends. They almost stifled me last night. Nearly killed Ralph and Samneric. They took our ignition source, sight, my glasses.

Yesterday morning me and Ralph had a realization, Simon was gone. We had another realization to, we aided in the... we helped. I tried to explainm to Ralph that it was an accident, gesticulating while trying to find the right words to say. We ended up pretty much lying to ourselves that we weren't even there. Simon was now part of the ocean, part of nature, food for a... nevermind.

They came in at deep night with a target. They needed to steal my glasses, which they achieved, in order to make a fire. Ralph had tried to keep me quiet but my asthma kicked in. My lungs forcing air in and out, fluctuating if you will. They surrounded our hut. Ralph stepped out side and was hit. Another came in the hut and tried to take my glasses. I try to fight him off but he just wouldn't let go. He punched me in the belly and gave me a slap and i dropped the glasses. He ran out the hut and told his buddies to leave. He even said "I got fatty's glasses, c'mon", they left and I crawled out the hut toward my beat-up buddies. Ralph and Eric were talking about what happened during their battles. Apparently Eric had kneed someone right in the junk bag, if you catch my drift. But after he said that Ralph had a nervous tone to his voice. I spoke up and all I told Ralph was, "What am I going to do?", and we decided to pick it up this morning.

So now I pretty much and blind and can hardly see. Maybe with this new blindness my hearing will enhance. I'll be like that superhero Daredevil. Oh boy.

Blog 8: Puerco En Un Palillo

It all seems like a dream. It started with me talking to that steadfast pig head. When I first heard it's voice my body turned all tremulous on me. At first I didn't quite get what it was walking about, "We are going to have fun on this island. Understand?", the voice still in my head, "We are going to have fun on this island! So don't try it on, my poor misguided boy, or else-". It told me what was going to happen, "-Or else, we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. DO YOU. See?" I thought it was asking me if I see but my mind was corrupted by that. I needed to clear it.

I decided I would go up into the forest, clear my mind. When I got there I made a discovery noone would believe. The "all feared beastie" was just a dead guy stuck on a tree with a parachute. I decided I should go up the mountain and look for the flame to see where I should go to spread the truth. I ran up and saw flames which is where I decided to go. as i walked along nearing the sight of the flames it was now night and a storm was coming. I hear chants near by and get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

I stumble out of the forest only to be greeted by a circle and chanting, "KILL THE BEAST, CUT HIS THROAT, SPILL HIS BLOOD, DO HIM IN". They start pummeling me as soon as they surround me. They bit and scratched and punched and kicked as I yelled trying to tell them what I found. I remeber my exact words, "The beast isn't real! It's just a dead guy.", but they wouldn't stop. I stumbled down a small cliff toward the water to escape the insane crowd. Then I felt blood trickling down my face. And that is the last thing I felt before I died.

Blog 7: Escupo En Esas Cucarachas

We sneaked through the forest looking for the kill. We were wielding our spears trying to be as covert as possible. The forest seeming to go on for an infinite amount of time.
As we near a pig we create a circle around it, the tired kids stop sniveling now that we found the pig. We start to chant, "Kill the pig, Cut his throat, Spill his blood", the pig squeals and gets away. Another failure, another loss.

A bit later Ralph and Jack start having a conversation with Ralph complaining as usual. Samneric had claimed to see the beast up near the signal fire. Then a boar came by, Ralph trying to act cool threw a spear at the boar and nailed it in the nose. He acted on his "achievement" and felt as false sense of pride. While our leader, who was spoke sagely of pig hunting, had gained a battle wound.

We decided we would play a game, a pig hunting one. One of the smaller boy's, Robert, had gotten in the middle as we formed a circle around him. We started to chant, "Kill the pig, Cut his throat, Spill his blood" as we pummeled him with the flat ends of our spears. Ralph joining in, which I found quite surprising, and blundering while jabbing at the same time. The kid uncomprimisingly squirming from our grapples, not pretending to be a pig. My mind was focused on hurting the pig we forgot that it was a kid for a sec, but just a sec.

We near the mountain and Jack chooses me to accompany he and Ralph as they attempt to find the beast. As we climb up the mountain, I randomly glance over at Ralph. Oh how infuriated he makes me. He is a cockroach, I spit on those cockroaches like him. When Jack leaves me with him, i don't know what kept me from squishing that cockroach right there. When Jack running doen the mountain I didn't know what to think. And when we went up there a strike of fear came quickly crashing through my veins. My fear using me to fall back down again. But noone knew what would happen next.

Blog Quest 2: Interview With Simon

I decided to go to the island and talk to one of the more quiet boy's and here is what he told me.

Ernesto: So what is your name?

Simon: My name is Simon.

E: Simon, what is the island like?

S: Out on the lagoon it's mainly quiet a majority of the day, but in the forest with jack and his crew it get's wild and the volume changes frequently.

E: What about at night?

S: At night you can hear the littleuns crying.

E: Why are they crying?

S: They cry for many things. Being lonely, going insane, having no family, fear.

E: Fear of what?

S: The Beast.

E: What is this "Beast" you speak of.

S: I personally don't believe in the beast but, people don't really listen to me.

E: Who do they listen to?

S: They mainly listen to Jack and Ralph, sometimes Piggy. But the hunters only listen to Jack.

E: What are Jack's views on....

S: The beast, Jack makes sure that everyone believes in it. He thinks that with the beast comes power. He thinks he can hunt it down. He can feel powerful. But I don't care.

E: What are your feelings on...

S: Jack, I personally could care less for him. I think Jack is a jerk plain and simple.

E: What are you like Simon?

S: I like to get in touch with nature. I don't really like technology. My parent's were murdered by a bomb when I was younger. I devoted my life to being one with nature, fighting in the war against technology.

E: A sad story about your parents. It must have been hard on you. I only have time for one more question. How did you end up on the island?

S: I was on my way to my boarding school in Belfast, I think the plane was shot down and boom, were here.

E: A shocking situation here. Thanks for your time but I must be going now.

S: Wait, aren't you going to help us off this island.

E: No I must be going.

S: But..

E: What's that over there?

S: What?

E: Joey! Start the plane.

Blog Quest 1: Song

Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
Some boys got stranded on an island off the coast
Of England where the law had stood
But no one knew what would happen and if theses boys would be good
This story starts with a boy who is fair haired
And he meets another boy and this is what he says
"Looks like we got stuck here from a plane crash
No parents, no cars, no schools, no cash"
They found a conch
An idea came with ease
Ralph blew the conch like he had a disease
Boys came other after other
Twin brother after brother
Even a tall boy who was leader of a choir
Choir boy Jack came up to Piggy acting erractic
Piggy told him to sit down, the meeting was to be static
Made a comment on the size of his belly and called him fat
Which made Lil' Piggy think malevolently of Jack
Ralph steps in and says "His name is Piggy"
"Piggy?" asked Jack while he was snickering
Ralph talks a bit and someone suggests they chose a leader
Majority goes to Ralph and he is the winner
So the next meeting they decided to start some flames
All hell breaks loose, kids start to move in gyrates
Try to start a fire by rubbin' some sticks but,
They grab piggys glasses use them to magnify the sun
Piggy gets mad, snatches his glasses back and the day goes on
A couple weeks later Jack is pig hunting, running top speed til' he is out of breath
Runs to the lagoon, hardly reconizable
Ralph asks him to help with the whole hut building
Jack runs off to get some meat for
All the other boys and himself of course
The littluns mostly play and talk about the all feared Beatie
But then Roger and Maurice come,
Knocking down sand castles for fun
Ralph and Piggy look over the horizon and see there only means of escape
They see a boat, look up at the mountain, ralph runs up to look at the fire
He sees its out and here comes Jack
Ha-Ha laughin' with all his hunter bafflin'
They have a pig and Jack ain't naggin'
Piggy complains and Jack starts a-slappin'
Ralph gets mad and says he'll call a meetin' and off he storms to go down the scar
Later, they start to talk about the bathroom situation and the huts and fire
Next night Sam n' Eric watch the fire
Claim to see the Beastie and run down to the lagoon
Craze enters the bodies and they hunt the beast
Only to find castle rock
But be warned this isn't the end of the story
To be continued is the tag
Goodnight

Blog 5: Darkness

I lay in my room, looking out the window.
The rain pounding on the windows.
The sky gloomy and dark.
The lightning crashing with a loud boom of thunder following the lightning.
The clouds covering a vast majority of the sun.
The sun starting to slowly fade.
The moon slowly moving into the now black sky.
Suddenly a loud crash of lightning hits.
I hear the sounds of the trees outside.
The leaves brushing up against my window.
The dark figures of the night moving.
I see the clouds making shades of darkness.
The noises of stray dogs in an alley.
Barking, meow-ing, snarling.
Crows, pidgeons, the neighbors.
Techno music which by the way makes me feel sick.
As the music fades so does the night which is followed.
Followed, by the darkness.

Blog 4: What Ralph Thinks....

How could he? How could he take people with him for pig hunting? People he knew were supposed to be watching the fire. And why would they go with him? They bloody well knew that I put him in charge of the choir and the choir only. It is all his fault. if he would have not taken Sam n' Eric with him, the boat would have saw the smoke, it would have came closer, and we would be of this bloody island. He has failed me, I saw potential in him, now when I look at him all I can think are malevolent thoughts. And the pig hunting was very irrelevant to the idea of this civilization. Jack doesn't give a bloody hell if we starve. He just wants to be popular among the littluns.
What we have come to is horrible compared to how we were when we had originally gotten here. I can't even hardly tell who I am when I see my refletion in the water. The water has an opalescence to it. It gets so quiet now, I can here the littluns whimper at night in there sleep. The cries are sometimes shrill as a sound such as the screech of a bat. It all seems like a dream while your awake, it seems like a mirage, a hellish nightmare.
Just the implication of the idea that we may not be rescued or even survive scares me. I mean a perfect example of how are civilization is falling apart is how Jack decided to physically harm Piggy. throwing from jab to upper cut, moving his fist in a gyration. It is just preposterous as to how this could have happened, incredulous even. Hopefully we can just survive another day, but you never know.

Blog 3: Jack's Perspective

They are all little buggers. And that little whiner Ralph, complaining that we aren't contributing, making us choir boys sound oppressive. So what if we don't want to help build those stupid huts. Who needs shelter? What we really need is food, not shelter. That's what we use the barb for, to hunt those nasty little pigs.
I can remember what it was like. The thrill of the hunt, the tendril vines coming down in spirals. The pigs running around wild. the bewildered look on your face seeing how fast and furtive a usually fatly portrayed animal moves. It's inscrutable to see things like that. Then right when you start to attack a glimmer of light comes down from the trees and shines in your eyes. And if you successfully kill a pig you flaunt your kill in front of everyone. Only to see the festoons of flowers that the young kids make when they go and play in the jungle.
Ralph is just not a born leader. All he does now is complain. He needs to take charge. Why, if I were to be leader I would have a full blown civilization by now. Whatever, they are all twits and one of these days I will be leader because it is just a matter of time before Ralp cracks under pressure.