I don't want to confuse anybody, so I'm just going to say that this takes place right abouuuuuuut...when the choir was hunting and missed the first boat. A little after that.

Warning: YES!, I switch POVs (point of views)!

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ㅤㅤㅤThe girl flickered her eyes open, the left bombarded with her light curls. She could hear screams and shouts around her. Some crying, too. It was wet. Her arm brushed away the curls almost automatically, as she stood, shaking her head. As she looked around she saw a beach. All she could think was, 'Am I dead?'
 ㅤㅤㅤ"Ada!"
The girl called Ada responded by a turn of her head. "Thank the Lord you're okay!" said the thin girl, her brown pigtails whipping as she lept into the other girl for a hug.
Back into reality, Ada shook her head once more, wide eyes looking around frantically at the girls' bodies. "What's happened? Are we dead? Is this heaven? Are we in heaven?" she spoke quickly, strutting around in no particular direction."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Wha- No. The plane..." the thin girl turned slowly though her head refused to follow, pointing at the disasterous sight in the ocean. The girl called Ada gaped.
The two girls ran around the beach, gathering whichever friends that were still salvagable. There was some blood. Some bodies, even. The weaker girls ran off, though allof them broke down crying. Half of the plane appeared to be in the ocean, to which not one of them dared enter. Scattered hugging circles were formed where they weeped and consoled one another, as they often did at their get-togethers when the situation demanded it.

ㅤㅤㅤHunched together behind the leaves, Jack, who'd chosen to bring Roger, Maurice, and Bill, watched together, eyes wide and filled with...what was it? Amazement? Wonder? Surprise? Or maybe something more negative?
No, that wasn't it. Their thoughts were neutral, if they even had any at this point at all, that is.

When the plane came around, Ralph screamed at them to go for the fire. They did, for once. It was Piggy who'd brought up, logically, how exactly a plane could make a landing on the island in the first place. A helicopter could, sure. Perhaps a jet, too. But a big plane? That's near impossible, Ralph. The plane came alright - came crashing down, that is. The boys flipped. Jack volunteered to check on it, much to Ralph's protest. But who else would be capable of making the others settle down? Ralph sighed.

ㅤㅤㅤThe four boys watched. Each of them had a different outlook on this, with an expression to match; but they didn't look at each other - they were too busy looking at the girls. Sitting there, hugging, weeping, and loving. Reassuring words given to one another about how everything would be alright, how they'd live, etcetera. Jack blushed, though he forced a look of displeasure. Roger was indifferent. Bill and Maurice looked at each other, then back at the girls, giggling and "awww"ing.
ㅤㅤㅤ"Look at them, they're crying."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Aww...I never used to like it when girls cried."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Back home, girls made me cry."
Suddenly, one of the girls looked in their direction. They ducked under the leaves, watching the poor girl shrink in fear. She didn't dare approach those mysterious leaves. She looked away, so they seized the moment.
They ran.

ㅤㅤㅤ"Girls?" Ralph asked, an uneasy chuckle in his voice. Various comments arose.
ㅤㅤㅤ"Yeah," Bill said. "All crying and stuff."
ㅤㅤㅤ"But...girls?" Ralph asked once more. He turned and shook his head in disbelief. "How many?"
ㅤㅤㅤ"Enough," Jack called. Roger giggled.
ㅤㅤㅤ"What are we going to do with them?"Ralph held his breath, looking at Piggy from the corner of his eyes. As if on cue, Piggy walked over to him, his hand held out for the conch.
ㅤㅤㅤPiggy stood there, adjusting his glasses with two fingers, the conch held to his stomach. As Ralph got the others to hush, all eyes were on him. "Well, we can't just leave them there," he began. A, "Why not?" came from one of the biguns, but the question was ignored. "We need to introduce ourselves. They can stay with us, and we can take care of'em, like how they do in books, and movies."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Why should we?" Jack retorted, closing in on Piggy, looking down on him.
Piggy said nothing.
ㅤㅤㅤ"Why do you think boys and girls have separate schools? Bathrooms? We can't take them in. Besides, what have they got to contribute?"
ㅤㅤㅤ"They can be mothers."
ㅤㅤㅤJack turned around to Maurice, who was smiling his goofy smile, scratching his light brown hair. "What."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Oh, you know. Like in Peter Pan. They can take care of the littluns-"
ㅤㅤㅤ"Pick flowers-"
ㅤㅤㅤ"If there's enough, we can each have our own girl!"
ㅤㅤㅤ"Sing songs-"
ㅤㅤㅤ"-new conversation, right?"
ㅤㅤㅤ"We're in heaven..."
ㅤㅤㅤScattered comments were thrown about in the group, the boys squirming and laughing.
"Quiet!" Ralph shouted, taking the conch from Piggy and waving it in the air. "Listen, we can't scare them off. They're just girls and judging by Jack's report..scared," he swallowed, looking around at the boys, seeking eyes of approval. "Let's let them alone for now, to themselves. We'll get them when they're calm. When they're stable." Nods.
ㅤㅤㅤ"He's right."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Maybe we should bring them flowers."
ㅤㅤㅤ"Why the hell-"
ㅤㅤㅤ"And fruit," said Bill. "Poor little things'll be hungry. They probably are right now."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow," Ralph closed his eyes, brushing his fair hair back. What a headache.

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