Chapter 6 - How Wise
As Roger left the room, Jack calmed a bit, and paced around his room, stretching somewhat here and there. Perhaps he was proud of what he had just done: exiling Roger temporarily- from his room, at least. In fact, it was certain; Jack was proud of himself. It was a certainly strange feeling; pride reigned in place of sorrow and regret. But why? He could only ponder such questions to himself. If he had jabbered on to Ralph or Roger himself-- well, he just wouldn't bother to.
There was a knock on the door. Jack cautiously stepped over toward the door, and opened it slowly.
"Heard some shouting in here. Everything alright, chap?" a navy officer asked, peeking his head in the door.
Jack nodded, "Yeah, sure, everything's fine."
The navy officer nodded swiftly, and turned around, heading out of Jack's room. Yet, the officer left the door open, leaving stepping out into the hallway once again tempting. And thus, Jack strolled out into the corridor, closing the door behind him. He gazed to the left, then to the right, where he spotted Samneric, who froze up immediately. They were both clean, wearing matching navy-blue shirts, and navy-blue pants. The twins, alright.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jack sniggered.
Samneric eased a little.
"No offense, we-"
"-just thought you'd be-"
"-like Roger-"
"-you know-"
"-still a-"
"savage, and all," Eric finished off.
Jack shrugged, "No, I don't want to relive that life again."
Samneric nodded in response, and Jack continued on walking down the hallway. He counted the doors as he walked ahead: one, two, and three. Jack then opened the door to the room freely; it was Ralph's room.
Ralph had been resting on his bed, and immediately, he peered over at the door.
"Jack," he said, "what a.. nice surprise," he laughed for a lack of better words.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, fumbling his way completely in, then quietly closing the door behind him. Jack walked onward, and sat in a chair in the corner of the room; he gazed around a bit.
"So, did you come here to tell me something in particular?" Ralph asked curiously.
"Roger's insane, you know that?" Jack answered quickly.
"Yeah, I realized that back on the island," Ralph smirked.
"Guess so," Jack sighed, "but I didn't see it then. Strange."
Ralph contemplated Jack's statement silently, but then spoke up: "'Cause you were.. the Chief back there, not exactly the Jack Merridew that you are now," Ralph mused aloud.
"Yeah, you're right, but what a reputation I've created for myself," Jack said.
There was a long pause after his statement; neither Ralph nor Jack said a word, but instead, just stared off around the room. Finally, Jack took a breath, and spoke quite quietly.
"I think we're getting better," he said.
And how wise he was.
As Roger left the room, Jack calmed a bit, and paced around his room, stretching somewhat here and there. Perhaps he was proud of what he had just done: exiling Roger temporarily- from his room, at least. In fact, it was certain; Jack was proud of himself. It was a certainly strange feeling; pride reigned in place of sorrow and regret. But why? He could only ponder such questions to himself. If he had jabbered on to Ralph or Roger himself-- well, he just wouldn't bother to.
There was a knock on the door. Jack cautiously stepped over toward the door, and opened it slowly.
"Heard some shouting in here. Everything alright, chap?" a navy officer asked, peeking his head in the door.
Jack nodded, "Yeah, sure, everything's fine."
The navy officer nodded swiftly, and turned around, heading out of Jack's room. Yet, the officer left the door open, leaving stepping out into the hallway once again tempting. And thus, Jack strolled out into the corridor, closing the door behind him. He gazed to the left, then to the right, where he spotted Samneric, who froze up immediately. They were both clean, wearing matching navy-blue shirts, and navy-blue pants. The twins, alright.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Jack sniggered.
Samneric eased a little.
"No offense, we-"
"-just thought you'd be-"
"-like Roger-"
"-you know-"
"-still a-"
"savage, and all," Eric finished off.
Jack shrugged, "No, I don't want to relive that life again."
Samneric nodded in response, and Jack continued on walking down the hallway. He counted the doors as he walked ahead: one, two, and three. Jack then opened the door to the room freely; it was Ralph's room.
Ralph had been resting on his bed, and immediately, he peered over at the door.
"Jack," he said, "what a.. nice surprise," he laughed for a lack of better words.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said, fumbling his way completely in, then quietly closing the door behind him. Jack walked onward, and sat in a chair in the corner of the room; he gazed around a bit.
"So, did you come here to tell me something in particular?" Ralph asked curiously.
"Roger's insane, you know that?" Jack answered quickly.
"Yeah, I realized that back on the island," Ralph smirked.
"Guess so," Jack sighed, "but I didn't see it then. Strange."
Ralph contemplated Jack's statement silently, but then spoke up: "'Cause you were.. the Chief back there, not exactly the Jack Merridew that you are now," Ralph mused aloud.
"Yeah, you're right, but what a reputation I've created for myself," Jack said.
There was a long pause after his statement; neither Ralph nor Jack said a word, but instead, just stared off around the room. Finally, Jack took a breath, and spoke quite quietly.
"I think we're getting better," he said.
And how wise he was.