Actual Ending:

Ralph has been running and hiding from Jack and the others for several hours. Jack is just about ready to kill Ralph when a naval officer arrives. After a small conversation with Ralph, the officer tells them all that they would be going home, resulting with them bursting into tears.

My Ending:

Exhausted, he walked into the coffee shop. It had been such a long flight back to London, but it felt good to be home. Taking a seat at the polished-wood bar, he ordered a cup of coffee and stared at the dark, randomly-placed lines on the wood.

Someone took a seat right next to him. He saw a flash of unmistakable, red hair out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see a man that he hadn't seen in about twenty years. He wasn't sure if he even wanted to see him again.

"Jack?" The red haired man turned, meeting eyes with the other.

"Ralph?"

"Yeah." A strong, awkward silence filled the room. They both remembered far too well of what had happened.

"So, what've you been doing all these years?"

"I've been studying music at Oxford." Ralph thought back to that faithful day he met Jack. Jack was with his choir, all wearing head-to-toe, black uniforms. He figured after the madness that had ensued on the island, Jack would continue to hunt animals. Still, a career in music did sound a whole lot better than poaching.

"What about you?"

"I've been working as a policeman." He didn't want to be a leader after all the trauma that had happen on that island. But he wanted to serve his country somehow. When his mother suggested the idea, he knew it was the right job for him.

"Get married yet?" Ralph smiled.

"I have a wife and a son. We also have another one on the way and we think it may be a girl. What about you? Are you married?"

"Dating." A sad look appeared on his face. "I have a son though." Ralph decided not to discuss the subject, even though it had became clear to him why Jack seemed so upset.

"You think she's the right one?"

"Possibly." Jack smiled back. It became even more silent as the two just sank deeper and deeper into the dark memories of the island. All the chaos. All the death. It was too much to bear when they were young.

Jack spoke up, "Why do you think we hated each other so much?" Ralph let the question ponder in his mind.

"I don't know. We both wanted power, I guess." It was true. Both Ralph and Jack wanted to rule over the tribe of boys who had crashed on the plane with them. And the conch, Ralph remembered, was the only thing that could keep (mostly) everyone and everything calm and under control.

Too bad it shattered, Ralph thought, it would've been worth a lot.

"I'm sorry that I tried to kill you." Jack said, the sound of guilt ringing in his voice.

"It's alright. We all were losing our sanity back there." He looked at his watch, "I should probably head downstairs. My family is waiting for me." He got out of his chair and started walking towards the entrance, "You can come if you want."

"Sure. I need to find mine too." Jack followed Ralph down the long flight of stairs. All either could think about was seeing their loved ones again. When they reached the bottom, they couldn't believe their eyes. They saw their wife and girlfriend talking to each other, but what shocked them the most wasn't too far away.

Their sons, both looking shockingly like their fathers, were playing together, chasing each other around the rows of seats. They saw a younger Ralph and Jack, before the storm.