A few days ago Jack returned from exile – unofficially. I was mad, but
decided to give him one last chance to show that he wasn't a total failure.
He was going to lead the hunt for the "beastie." Since no one ever saw it
on our side of the island except at night, we figured that it came from the
other side.
As we walked down the beach to the rock pile on the other side that I had spotted a few days ago, Celebrinor and I talked about the signal fire and the littluns.
"Ary," he said, "Why have you let the fire go out? I thought that it was key to our getting rescued."
At last, the moment of truth had come. Over the weeks that we'd been on the island, I had come to hate lying to Celebrinor. "Seal, I couldn't care less about getting rescued. I like being on this island, especially the lack of adults." I paused for a minute or two to let this sink in. "Seal, whatever you do, please, please, don't tell the others about this. Promise me."
To my immense surprise, he kissed me on the cheek and whispered "I promise." I stood there, stunned by this action. Coming out of shock, I noticed that the others were way ahead of me. I ran to catch up. When I got to them, Jack was talking.
"I think we should just run in and kill it!" he proclaimed.
"No, Jack. Doing that will just get one of us killed." I told him.
"Yeah, like anyone here's worth anything?" he said sarcastically.
"Actually, even half of one of us is worth more than you, Jack."
"Dissed and dismissed." Everyone said to him."
Seal told me that the chances of actually capturing the "beastie" were slim, so I called the hunt to an end and sent all of us back to the Quetnor. On the way back, we ran into a wild boar. Jack, with his spear ready, as always, managed to stick it on its snout. The boar loped off, squealing in pain.
Back at the Quetnor, some of Jack's hunters were pantomiming a hunt that they had had. Robert was acting the part of the sow, and the others were the hunters. Jack joined in as soon as he saw them. They started chanting their cry, "Kill him, kill the pig. Stick it. Kill the pig. Kill him. Kill the pig." I was freaked out.
Robert started to pretend to squeal like the pig when it was hurt. Suddenly, Jack started to poke at him with his spear, drawing blood.
"Stop!!" I cried. "You're going to kill someone with these 'games' of yours."
They all stopped what they were doing and began to look a bit guilty at the fact that they nearly killed one of their friends. Jack and his gang were becoming savages.
As we walked down the beach to the rock pile on the other side that I had spotted a few days ago, Celebrinor and I talked about the signal fire and the littluns.
"Ary," he said, "Why have you let the fire go out? I thought that it was key to our getting rescued."
At last, the moment of truth had come. Over the weeks that we'd been on the island, I had come to hate lying to Celebrinor. "Seal, I couldn't care less about getting rescued. I like being on this island, especially the lack of adults." I paused for a minute or two to let this sink in. "Seal, whatever you do, please, please, don't tell the others about this. Promise me."
To my immense surprise, he kissed me on the cheek and whispered "I promise." I stood there, stunned by this action. Coming out of shock, I noticed that the others were way ahead of me. I ran to catch up. When I got to them, Jack was talking.
"I think we should just run in and kill it!" he proclaimed.
"No, Jack. Doing that will just get one of us killed." I told him.
"Yeah, like anyone here's worth anything?" he said sarcastically.
"Actually, even half of one of us is worth more than you, Jack."
"Dissed and dismissed." Everyone said to him."
Seal told me that the chances of actually capturing the "beastie" were slim, so I called the hunt to an end and sent all of us back to the Quetnor. On the way back, we ran into a wild boar. Jack, with his spear ready, as always, managed to stick it on its snout. The boar loped off, squealing in pain.
Back at the Quetnor, some of Jack's hunters were pantomiming a hunt that they had had. Robert was acting the part of the sow, and the others were the hunters. Jack joined in as soon as he saw them. They started chanting their cry, "Kill him, kill the pig. Stick it. Kill the pig. Kill him. Kill the pig." I was freaked out.
Robert started to pretend to squeal like the pig when it was hurt. Suddenly, Jack started to poke at him with his spear, drawing blood.
"Stop!!" I cried. "You're going to kill someone with these 'games' of yours."
They all stopped what they were doing and began to look a bit guilty at the fact that they nearly killed one of their friends. Jack and his gang were becoming savages.