Reminiscing
Lately I've found myself thinking back to that time we spent on the island so many years ago. The place might have been hot, humid, uncomfortable and dangerous, but it was my island, the place where my first empire was erected... Snatched right from under Ralph's nose, no less. In the end, he was just too weak to handle the weight, while I reveled in it.
Of course the power would have been mine earlier if it hadn't just been for that cursed conch and sniveling Fatty. My anger towards them both grew every day, especially when my hunting went unnoticed. Ralph's unsuccessful cry for civilization, the only thing standing between me and power, was fueled by them. Eventually I won control of the island and everyone realized what I had tried to get across from the first day. Pigs are meant to be hunted. To do anything else would be going against the natural order of the world. EVERY pig on the island was to be hunted and killed, no matter under whose protection they were. I was the lord of that island, no one was going to stand between me and the destruction of that I despised. The one who had stolen my power at the beginning would also feel my wrath.
Once Ralph was alone and broken, it should have been an easy matter crushing the life out of him. A simple death was too good for him, though. I planned on torturing the fool until he begged to be let into my tribe, savoring each scream and delighting in every second of his pain. Alas, that was not to be.
The fire, Fatty's legacy, stopped me from exacting my vengeance upon Ralph (something I still regret). It called his rescuer to the island in the middle of my furious rampage. His savior came in the form of a naval officer, a uniform I have hated since then.
I now have a new empire, one the whole world recognizes, but I will never forget the island. My first taste of power. The first time I felt the blood of my victims run through my fingers. Indeed, a place forever etched into my memory.
Lately I've found myself thinking back to that time we spent on the island so many years ago. The place might have been hot, humid, uncomfortable and dangerous, but it was my island, the place where my first empire was erected... Snatched right from under Ralph's nose, no less. In the end, he was just too weak to handle the weight, while I reveled in it.
Of course the power would have been mine earlier if it hadn't just been for that cursed conch and sniveling Fatty. My anger towards them both grew every day, especially when my hunting went unnoticed. Ralph's unsuccessful cry for civilization, the only thing standing between me and power, was fueled by them. Eventually I won control of the island and everyone realized what I had tried to get across from the first day. Pigs are meant to be hunted. To do anything else would be going against the natural order of the world. EVERY pig on the island was to be hunted and killed, no matter under whose protection they were. I was the lord of that island, no one was going to stand between me and the destruction of that I despised. The one who had stolen my power at the beginning would also feel my wrath.
Once Ralph was alone and broken, it should have been an easy matter crushing the life out of him. A simple death was too good for him, though. I planned on torturing the fool until he begged to be let into my tribe, savoring each scream and delighting in every second of his pain. Alas, that was not to be.
The fire, Fatty's legacy, stopped me from exacting my vengeance upon Ralph (something I still regret). It called his rescuer to the island in the middle of my furious rampage. His savior came in the form of a naval officer, a uniform I have hated since then.
I now have a new empire, one the whole world recognizes, but I will never forget the island. My first taste of power. The first time I felt the blood of my victims run through my fingers. Indeed, a place forever etched into my memory.