Hey people sorry I am not sure when this is going to be published... it's 10:20 right now and I want to get to bed around 10:30 for school tomorrow which is loading on the homework PLUS i have rowing so this is the only rest time I've had for about... say... 16 hours. :O Please take pityon me. I'm tired. Review! :) - Zoe Uh hey it's taken me like a week to finish this chapter. I am SOSOSOSOSO sorry. School has just been really busy! Please don't eat me. If your pissed... tell me in a review! Haha sorry again. /

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"Yes, thank you." He said, and then turned around focusing on the paddling once again. Karly scooted down the dingy, and leaned over the boy that looked like he had a chunk taken out of his side. She felt his forehead, and it felt cold and clammy. She didn't think that was a good sign. Then, she put her fingers up to his throat, but... she didn't feel a pulse. What? Is he... dead? No. No, he isn't... I'll check his breathing, and he'll be fine... she thought frantically to herself, and put her cheek up to his mouth. She felt no air being breathed out onto her, and quickly she felt the place where the pulse should have been on his wrist. There was nothing.

"Um... Ralph?" She called out. No answer. "RALPH!!"

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Annoyed, Ralph stopped paddling and threw the oar to some boy. He wasn't sure who.

"What is it?" He asked, annoyed.

"Come here!" She yelped, sounding worried.

"Okay..." He replied, and scooted over to her through the tight space. He was pretty sure that this dingy was big when it didn't have enormous amounts of boys dumped in it...

"Uh... I don't think your friend made it." She said quietly, and didn't look in to Ralph's eyes, afraid to see his expression.

His mind went blank. "Wh... what did you say?" He asked, not believing his ears. What was he going to say to Jack? He and Roger had been best friends since... well... their whole lives!

"He's dead." She replied, and she felt her heart almost break in two when she saw his sad, confused face. "I'm sorry."

Ralph didn't reply, and turned around to call for Jack. There was no need, Jack had been there the whole conversation. Jack fell down to his knees and shook Roger's limp arm. "Roger? Roger? Hey, buddy. Come on, wake up. Come on..." He choked out, but had to stop. Hot, angry tears were stopping the words from coming. He was gone. Roger was gone.

Karly didn't know what to do, so she turned around and scooted towards Samantha, and rested, trying to avoid all of the boys that had somehow hoarded around Roger's dead body. Some of the younger boys were crieing, and older boys were sniffing and scratching their eyes to make it look like they weren't wiping away tears. To many boys, Roger had been a big role model to all of them. Karly closed her eyes, and tried to shut out all of the sad boys around her. Eventually, she did fall into an uneasy sleep.

Karly squeezed her eyes shut, but she still felt hot breath on her shoulder. She still felt the rough hands on her things. Fingers in her tangled hair. The hard cold ground. The evil man hovering above her. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block him out. Nothing worked. Brace yourself... he whispered in her ear. She felt his grip on her arms tighten...

Karly screamed, and sat up quickly, getting curious looks from the other boys. She felt damp with sweat, and was out of breath. Just a dream, just a dream, just a dream... he's gone, he's not here, it's just a dream Karly thought to herself, trying to keep herself from crying. But, the tears came, and she turned herself as best as she could from the boys, and stared out at the blue eyes, the open sea, feeling hot tears stream down her face.

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"We're getting so close!" Ralph cried, out of breath, as he paddled to the piece of land that now looked like a giant island. He was still sad about Roger, of course, but he had to suck it up. He could mourn when they had solid ground to grieve upon.

"I know! Let's paddle faster, we will be there so soon!" Replied Simon, who felt the same as Ralph. Jack, on the other hand...

"Can you guys shut up?" Growled Jack at Ralph.

"Sorry, sorry. Relax. I-"

"Relax? RELAX?! Are you kidding me? My best friend, practically my brotherjust died, were stuck here on this tiny boat, soon to be huge deserted island, in the middle of nowhere. And you are telling me to RELAX? Fck that."

"Okay. Fine. Fine." Ralph answered, choosing not to get Jack all wound up. Jack hunkered down into the boat, his legs sticking out staight, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.

"Look! Look! The color of the water is getting lighter! Where getting closer to land! We're almost there!" Yelled Piggy joyously, who was pointing excitedly at the water. He was right. About 20 minutes later of vigorous paddling and celebration, Ralph happily walked with wearily legs onto dry land.