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The world ended at midnight.

The newly blackened sky cried, tears of turmoil hitting the exhausted, breathless and heaving sea. An alarm blared it's sultry song just barely loud enough to hear over the boisterous storm.

Ralph's head hit the floor first.

"Ow," he groaned. He tried to stand, and the floor leaned away from him. A heavy bookcase slid toward him, falling, and Ralph scrambled to the side as best he could. "Mom!" he yelled. No answer. "Dad?"

He struggled to cross the floor and firmly pulled himself through the door frame and into the living room suite. Everything here had already fallen and was in a little corner, so crossing was easier. "Mom!" he yelled, searching the great bed in his parents bedroom and finding nothing. "Mother!" A silent light exploded next to Ralph, outside, and a boom of thunder followed after.

"Fatherrrr..." He yelled, but again there was nothing, no reply, but the angry waves pulling the ship over and down.

"Ralph!" The call was not either of his parents, but Ralph ran toward it anyway. Or, rather, slipped and slid toward the vocalization until he collided with Simon's chest. "Are you okay?" He shook his raven hair. "No, a better question would be, are you okay enough to swim?"

"My parents," cried Ralph. "They're still on the boat." Simon held him arduously steady with a hand to his back and a firm hold on the banister outlining the ship.

The ship tilted ever more.

"There's nothing we can do." said Simon. "Ralph, are you comfortable swimming?"

Ralph protested again but Simon silenced his protests with a finger to the lips. "Yes." Simon said. "Or no?"

Simon heaved both of them over the handrail.

Moments later, the ship became a bright inferno before crashing into the roaring sea. The screaming of the people still aboard was never heard again.

-X-

The sand welcomed the barrage of schoolboys as the storm dispersed, each and every one too weak to move, to flutter their eyelids against the orange sky. They were lucky, they who would not see. The Island was beautiful, welcoming. The Island was savage and cold.

Welcome home, the Lord of The Flies intoned.