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FlameofIllumination: I'm basically just retelling the story, but after I finish this one I'm going to make my own where I change the story. Thanks for reviewing!

Chapter 4- Painted Faces & Long Hair (Eric)

I'm starting to get used to the slow and peaceful pace of the island, though the craving for meat increases daily. Ralph speared a tasty crab the other day, and a few lucky boys savagely devoured the small amount of raw meat inside. After some more nagging from Ralph, Jack grudgingly decided to go out with his hunters and check the pig-runs. Sam and I watched from the bathing pool as Jack prepared for the hunt. He carried two leaves filled with what looked like dirt. We later saw that they contained red and white paint. I watched Jack's plan unfold as he leaned over the water and smeared colored clay on his face, making some sort of pattern. By now, several boys became interested in what Jack was doing. I guess he didn't like the first design, so he called Sam and me over and demanded a fresh coconut be brought to him so he could rinse his face and start over. Jack paused before starting again and then made a ferocious new face, hiding any part of Jack I used to recognize.

Although we were on fire duty, me n' Sam were convinced by Jack and his new face to come with him and hunt down pigs in the forest. We knew Ralph wouldn't approve, but somehow Jack's newfound confidence had the power to push that thought from our minds. Us and all of the other hunters creeped through the forest looking for any sign of a pig. Jack found a likely path, and we followed it until at last we found a pig. The hunters attacked first and Sam and I followed. We stabbed, pounced and hacked at the squealing pig until it stopped moving. At last, a pig has been caught.

Jack gave Sam and I permission to carry the pig back to camp, and we proudly carried it all the way there. However, when we arrived chanting to the hunting theme, Ralph was standing there looking extremely stern. I saw the dead fire but ignored the sinking sensation of guilt in my stomach and instead wore a big, happy smile. Jack and his hunters proudly displayed the pig, also not sensing that anything was wrong and continued talking about how exciting the first pig capture was. Ralph calmly stood there and said, "You let the fire go out". I'll never forget when he said that because I was so shocked when he told us that there was a ship. The feeling of guilt came back so strongly and suddenly that I felt a wave of nausea. I looked over at Sam and could tell he felt the same. When Piggy blamed Jack for the fire, Jack angrily slapped Piggy on the head, knocking his glasses off and one of the lenses broke on the rocks. Jack's angry subsided and apologized to Ralph for letting the fire go out, although his apology was not accepted. Later that evening we all had a big feast and ate until we were all full and did our ritual pig-chant dance.