Jack.

Who is violent, scary; dangerous.
Who loves hunting, stabbing, killing.
Who feels the island is home, hunting is right, and rescue isn't coming.

"There was lashings of blood; you should have seen it!"
Who needs discipline, authority over him, rules at the very least.
Who gives the other kids what they want instead of what they need; pig meat, paint, and anarchy.

"This head is for the beast. It's a gift."
Who fears a monster, someone with authority, grownups.
Who would like to see himself as leader and all his rivals dead.
Who shares no power.
Who is determined to release man's inner demon onto the island.

"See? See? That's what you'll get! I meant that! There isn't a tribe for you anymore! The conch is gone; I'm chief!"
Who is the chief resident of Castle Rock.

Jack Merridew. Violence. Murder. Anarchy. Insanity. Evil.

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A/N: Hey! So, I had to do a poem about this story for English class, so I did this. Hope you liked it; tell me what you think!
-Irene