DAY 27
I
began trying to hunt down a pig, and Ralph and Simon were coming
with. Maybe I could finally show Ralph the excitement and thrill of
hunting. Plus, I would love to see Ralph try to actually kill
something.
When we found a pig, I ordered everyone to make a circle around it to insure it wouldn't escape. Ralph could have waited until we were closed in and the pig couldn't escape to attack, but instead he threw the spear early and only hit the thing on the nose. We didn't have a weapon after that and the pig escaped. Ralph tried to make excuses for missing it, like saying it was actually a boar. It doesn't matter what it was, Ralph still cost us our dinner. Ralph kept saying the boar was going to do us in, but I don't think so.
Ralph tried explaining what happened, but Robert started growling, as if he were the boar. We all started a game that quickly got out of hand when that happened. We all started forming a circle around Robert and started poking him with our spears, and we were starting to hurt him. In fact, when we started chanting, "Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!" In fact, we almost killed Robert in the end! We were acting like savages instead of human beings, but something that serious is not going to happen again. Robert said that I just wanted to kill a pig, so I jokingly said I'd just use a littlun.
We continued to climb a mountain afterwards to start a fire. Unfortunately, we realized we didn't have Piggy's specs, so we wouldn't be able to make a fire. What was worse was that the beast could have been lurking in the mountains and we didn't want us attacking it.
It was a very bitter hike up the mountain. Ralph continued asking me questions about the way to Castle Rock and to the edge of the cliff. I wanted to lead the way, but since Ralph was chief, he insisted that he should be able to do it. When Ralph finally realized I didn't like or admire him as a leader, he said "why do you hate me?" to him. Did it really take him that long to realize that was how I felt about him? I was caught off guard by this and didn't know what to say.
We continued making our way to the cave. We were all evidently nervous about having to go to where the beast supposedly lurked, but we couldn't let each other figure it out. Ralph began saying how silly it was for only two people to be going into the cave, he thought all three of us should go in. He was obviously a scaredy cat, and when I confronted him about being one, he turned around and began to make me look like the scared one. Okay, I was scared, but so was Ralph. We went further and further towards the cave, and we actually heard and saw something. We all got scared, but in no time we came across what the beast truly was. I saw the beast with my very own eyes, it was lurking over the cliff. Never before in my life had I been so terrified. We all ran for our lives back down the mountain towards the huts.
When we got back to the huts, we started telling everyone of how we actually encountered the beast on the cliff. Piggy, of course, being the idiot that he is, didn't believe us, nor could he believe that we were actually insisting the beast actually existed.
In no time, I called an assembly together, and once again, Ralph proved what an incompetent leader he was. After I told everyone we saw the beast and the beast saw us, I mentioned that Ralph got scared, screamed and ran away. He shot back by saying I did the same thing.
By now, I seriously had enough of Ralph and I wasn't going to take it anymore. I started saying that Ralph can't hunt, along with mentioning that he expects everyone to follow his orders. Hoping everyone else would have the same common sense I had, I started a vote and asked everyone whether or not they thought Ralph oughtn't be the chief. To my dismay, nobody raised their hands. Everyone on this island is now acting like a bunch of morons except for me. That was when I had had enough of not only Ralph, but of everyone else.
I started walking towards the jungle, saying that Ralph wasn't going to do anyone and favors when it came to hunting. I said that anyone who wanted to join my clan was more than welcome. I stormed into the woods, not caring how many tears were pouring from my eyes; not caring if I was going to be alone; not caring about Ralph or anybody else on this island. I could totally fend for myself out here, but it wasn't going to be so easy. I needed people to leave Ralph's terrible leadership and to join my clan. And lucky for me, that's exactly what happened.
While I was pondering in the jungle about how to make it on my own, a few of the kids who were wearing those long, dark cloaks when we first got on the island came up to me. They said they wanted to be under my ruling and not Ralph's.
Words could no express how overjoyed I was when I saw that I had some followers. I decided to lead the kids who would follow me down to the beach; we would hold our first meeting there.
First, I established that we would strictly be a pack of hunters. Second, I said that our goal was to now lead the bigguns away from Ralph and his conch. Third, I mentioned that wee were going to completely forget about the beast. The only thing I said that had any relevance towards the beast was that if were to kill a pig, we would leave part of it for the beast. Who knows, maybe he would leave us alone if we did that?
Our hunt started, and this would make for a great way to turn the others from the conch. After we killed a pig, we would hold a great feast for everyone on the island, and hopefully that feast would allow others to see my generous side.
In no time, we saw a family of pigs and piglets sitting under a tree. Due to my excellent developed skills as a hunter, I was able to throw a spear right into the mother pig, and my four followers (Maurice, Robert, Henry and Roger) began attacking it. We began by stabbing it with out knives and spears, and I made one killing slice across the pig's throat.
When the pig was dead, I cut its head off and impaled it on a spear. That was the gift for the beast. But, I have to admit it, there was something really disturbing about the way that head looked.
As soon as this was done, we went back to Ralph's part of the island. We weren't greeted too warmly at first, but that later changed. But, before we went, we had to show ourselves as different followers than Ralph's conch. So, we got some red war paint and started smearing it all over our faces to make us look like barbarians.
We invited everyone under Ralph's command to the giant party on our side of the island. A lot of those conch followers obviously wanted to go, and Ralph wasn't too pleased when he figured it out. He tried telling everyone not to go, but it wouldn't help. As I was leaving with my comrades, we took some of the materials necessary to make a fire.
No time was wasted when we got back to our camp. We started preparing the roast pig. While I was cooking, I realized something: where was Simon? I didn't see him during the hunt and I didn't see him at Ralph's camp.
Now it was night, and the party was ready to begin. Little by little, more people showed up to enjoy the music and the pig. I made sure everybody got exactly what they wanted, trying to show them how good natured I was.
When Ralph and Piggy showed up, I also let them have as much food as they wanted. When the pig was almost gone, I spoke aloud to everyone. I asked them if they wanted to join my tribe and have fun. Ralph jumped in saying that he was still chief, but he didn't even have the conch with him.
Ralph said that he was chosen as chief, but I reminded him that he couldn't hunt. He shot back by saying that we didn't have any shelters, and a storm started brewing. I jumped on the sand and started performing a dance, as did everyone else in my tribe.
The party became chaotic and actually scary when we heard a figure lurking around. We all turned, and it was the beast. Fearful for my life, I started attacking the beast and didn't hold back. Everyone else did the same.
We bit, tore and stabbed the beast as violently as we could. Hearing the beast scream in pain was one of the greatest things I ever heard. In no time, the beast was dead. We all cheered for the beast dying, and we then let the body fall off the cliff and into the ocean. Never before had I been that scared or violent. But the beast is dead, and that is all that matters. Boy, do I wish Simon was here to see that!
