Disclaimers 'n'
crap: Haihai peeps! Yes, believe it or not, here's another
non-Crystal-Journeys Lord-of-the-Flies-based fic. And, just like last
time, it was originally a Reading class assignment. It takes place
after the boys have gotten back to England. It's also a one-shot,
so this is all you get. I don't own anything. Enjoy!
Jack sat quietly as the car rolled down the streets of London. He wasn't really dreading anything, but he wasn't looking forward to anything either. He knew what was going to happen when he got home. His parents had already been informed of his actions on the island. Ralph had gotten off easy. The Navy ship that had rescued them had been in close contact with his father's vessel. Jack recalled vividly, more vividly than he would like, Ralph throwing himself into his father's arms and quickly explaining what had happened. When they had left, Jack could see Ralph's father congratulating his son for his perseverance and bravery. "…make a fine Navy man…" was all Jack could precisely recall of his words.
"Nearly there, Master Jack," said the driver. Jack looked at himself in the thin reflection of the window. He didn't look a total mess, he had been cleaned up on the ship. His house, prim and proper, came into view. His parents were waiting at the door, his father holding a cane in one hand. They stopped. The driver got out and opened the door for Jack. Looking expressionless, Jack exited the car. His father strode briskly over to them.
"Thank you, Bartholomew," he said to the driver before turning and grabbing Jack roughly around the arm. "Come along, boy," he said gruffly, pulling Jack inside. He was clutching the cane very tightly in his hand.