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.