Disclaimer: All of this belongs to William Golding, and I definitely don't make money or own any of the charectors.

The endless blue waves flickered around the naval build. Above it, sea gulls cawed at this rare image in the endless portrait of blue. Inside this great vessel, Ralph listened not to the cawing of the seagulls or the orders of the ship's captain, but to the ocean waves, whispering to him, taunting him, forcing him to remember. Remember Piggy, and Simon, and Jack, and for those memories he would risk his sanity. Still, he plunged into these memories, letting the pain squeeze his heart.

Jack. It was all Ralph could do not to put all the blame on that choir boy, Jack hated him, just as Piggy had said.

Did it matter though? There had been many boys who hated Ralph, and even more who hated Piggy,. Did it make Jack responsible for everything that had happened, for the terror that had ravaged? Who would have guessed that a handful of British schoolboys could be so naïve, savage, murderous? Killing Simon and Piggy?

Piggy. Ralph laughed bitterly at the name. An image flew to his head of his father asking him about the island. Ralph would tell him he met a friend. When his father would ask for his name, thinking it was Thomas or Michael, Ralph would smile, and tell him, "Piggy, I called him Piggy."

It dawned on Ralph then that it really wasn't Jack's fault that Piggy had died, but Ralph's fault. After all, hadn't he been chief? Hadn't he been responsible for the welfare and rescue of the boys? And if Ralph couldn't even fulfill his responsibility enough to get names, how could he keep his promise of safety and rescue? What kind of chief was he?

His mind clicked, and Ralph nodded, finally understanding. Jaw set, Ralph ventured to the railing of the vessel. Hearing the waves taunt him broke any hesitation that was left.

Without a backwards glance, Ralph clambered over the railing and plunged into the welcoming death below, ignorant to all the screams and shouts on board.