Chapter 5 - Boys Will Be Boys
Morning.
Yes. It was better in the morning.
Jack stumbled out of his bed, and shuffled over to the mirror, taking a look at his fairly disgruntled figure. He made a fist, and held it up to the mirror, noticing that there was a bruise, but it was small and did not hurt much.
"So," Jack muttered to his reflection, "Ralph was right."
Nevertheless, he was in a sour mood, but indeed, he was much improved from the previous night- in his outburst of tears and regret. Jack snapped out of reminiscing, and back into reality, and continued to stare at the mirror. He saw a small tear flowing down his cheek; he simply wiped it off and forgot about it.
Jack turned around and stared out the window, peering into the bright blue sky that hung loftily above the water. He sighed lethargically, but continued on with a morning procedure.
He stepped over to the closet in his room and pulled out some suitable clothes- much like what Ralph had been wearing the day before, and he dressed in them. Jack walked over to the door after dressing, and slowly opened it. He peered out into the hall, and noticed that the only ones present were two navy officers talking amongst themselves. Jack moved over, so that he was completely out of the room, but hiding behind a panel of a wall; he stayed silent and unnoticed.
"Simon," one said, "'tis a shame."
The second officer spoke up: "Much a shame- beaten to death by his own.. tribe-mates," he said reluctantly.
Jack's heart wrenched. Simon. He felt like weeping over the memory once again, but slipped back into his room quietly. As he turned around to face the interior of his room, he screeched.
"Roger!" Jack shouted. "How the hell did you get in here?!"
"I have my ways," Roger sneered.
"Well, don't do that again," said Jack.
"I heard them out there, too, you know," Roger finally stated, after about a full minute of silence.
"What're you getting at?" Jack asked inquisitively.
"Simon," Roger replied blatantly, his words lacking any emotion.
"What about Simon?" Jack asked.
"Well.. he's dead," Roger shrugged.
Jack almost laughed. "Yes," he smirked, "I've established that."
"I mean.. you look like you have something to say about him," Roger continued on- trying to explain.
Jack strolled over to a chair, and sat down, yet again, resting his head on his hands.
"We're murderers, you know that?" Jack asked.
Roger took quite a while to respond. "Yeah, well- I mean.. that's not important," Roger said, quite cluelessly.
"Oh?" Jack asked, emphasizing the word in a surprised tone.
Roger shrugged, "You know what they say-- boys will be boys."
Jack was shocked. "Boys will be boys?!" he shouted. He then lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "If you think murder is acceptable because boys will be boys, you're insane." He continued, "Simon is dead because of us, and you killed Piggy."
Roger defended himself: "You never liked him!"
"But that's no reason to go ahead and kill him!" Jack snapped back. Jack once again continued speaking. "Get out of my room. Think about it while you're gone. Life is precious, and I've realized that since we've gotten on this boat-- and you should, too."
Roger simply stood in place, saying nothing.
"Get the bloody hell out of my room!" Jack demanded in a dangerous tone.
Roger exited Jack's room-- quickly.
Morning.
Yes. It was better in the morning.
Jack stumbled out of his bed, and shuffled over to the mirror, taking a look at his fairly disgruntled figure. He made a fist, and held it up to the mirror, noticing that there was a bruise, but it was small and did not hurt much.
"So," Jack muttered to his reflection, "Ralph was right."
Nevertheless, he was in a sour mood, but indeed, he was much improved from the previous night- in his outburst of tears and regret. Jack snapped out of reminiscing, and back into reality, and continued to stare at the mirror. He saw a small tear flowing down his cheek; he simply wiped it off and forgot about it.
Jack turned around and stared out the window, peering into the bright blue sky that hung loftily above the water. He sighed lethargically, but continued on with a morning procedure.
He stepped over to the closet in his room and pulled out some suitable clothes- much like what Ralph had been wearing the day before, and he dressed in them. Jack walked over to the door after dressing, and slowly opened it. He peered out into the hall, and noticed that the only ones present were two navy officers talking amongst themselves. Jack moved over, so that he was completely out of the room, but hiding behind a panel of a wall; he stayed silent and unnoticed.
"Simon," one said, "'tis a shame."
The second officer spoke up: "Much a shame- beaten to death by his own.. tribe-mates," he said reluctantly.
Jack's heart wrenched. Simon. He felt like weeping over the memory once again, but slipped back into his room quietly. As he turned around to face the interior of his room, he screeched.
"Roger!" Jack shouted. "How the hell did you get in here?!"
"I have my ways," Roger sneered.
"Well, don't do that again," said Jack.
"I heard them out there, too, you know," Roger finally stated, after about a full minute of silence.
"What're you getting at?" Jack asked inquisitively.
"Simon," Roger replied blatantly, his words lacking any emotion.
"What about Simon?" Jack asked.
"Well.. he's dead," Roger shrugged.
Jack almost laughed. "Yes," he smirked, "I've established that."
"I mean.. you look like you have something to say about him," Roger continued on- trying to explain.
Jack strolled over to a chair, and sat down, yet again, resting his head on his hands.
"We're murderers, you know that?" Jack asked.
Roger took quite a while to respond. "Yeah, well- I mean.. that's not important," Roger said, quite cluelessly.
"Oh?" Jack asked, emphasizing the word in a surprised tone.
Roger shrugged, "You know what they say-- boys will be boys."
Jack was shocked. "Boys will be boys?!" he shouted. He then lowered his voice to a mere whisper, "If you think murder is acceptable because boys will be boys, you're insane." He continued, "Simon is dead because of us, and you killed Piggy."
Roger defended himself: "You never liked him!"
"But that's no reason to go ahead and kill him!" Jack snapped back. Jack once again continued speaking. "Get out of my room. Think about it while you're gone. Life is precious, and I've realized that since we've gotten on this boat-- and you should, too."
Roger simply stood in place, saying nothing.
"Get the bloody hell out of my room!" Jack demanded in a dangerous tone.
Roger exited Jack's room-- quickly.