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Chapter 2- Fire on the Mountain(Eric)

Ralph and the other boys came back and explained what they found when they went exploring yesterday. Apparently, we are all on an island in the middle of nowhere with no adults, just wild pigs. I hope someone catches one of those pigs soon; the last time I ate was before the plane flight.

When Ralph called us around for a meeting with the conch shell, someone decided that instead of mass chaos with everyone talking all the time, we would only be allowed to talk while holding the conch. Piggy was most keen to this idea and immediately snatched the conch from Ralph and began talking. He said suggested that we would be here a long time, because no one knew what had happened to us. I don't really mind, being on this island so far has been really great, it's total freedom from the rest of the world. Someone suggested that we should build a fire in case a ship passes by and happens to see us. Me and Sam thought this was a great idea and immediately rushed off into the woods to find firewood. We found a great log to burn, but we needed help carrying it back to the beach. W e got impatient with waiting, so we grabbed armfuls of crunchy leaves instead. When there was enough stuff to burn, Ralph had to decide how to start the fire.

With a stroke of brilliance, Jack seized Piggy's glasses, and reflected the sunlight through them onto the leaves and wood. Immediately, the dry wood caught fire and Jack sent us running back into the forest for more timber. However, before we could find any more, Sam and I saw that a whole area of forest had caught on fire and was burning up quickly. Piggy got very angry with all of us, through it really wasn't anyone's fault that the fire had spread. Horrified, we soon realized that one of the littleuns was missing. Piggy remembered him because of a large birthmark on his face, and he spoke of some sort of evil beast one the island at one of our meetings that day.