Our story of the island is over. I am going home. #wewererescued
Hello readers. This is the final entry of my blog. We were rescued today, and if the point of this blog is to tell you what happened on the island, then I have no reason to continue it. We were taken aboard by a military ship who saw the burning island. But I am getting ahead of myself...
This morning, I went out to hunt Ralph. I knew where he was, and had my tribe push a huge boulder over the bush where he was hiding. He ran out and the chase was on. When he went back to bush (he was playing the part of the frightened rabbit extremely well today :) ) I ordered my tribe to start setting fires around the island to smoke him out. I chased him to the beach, where a navy officer seemed to be waiting for us. The officer thought we were playing a game. A game! Ha. One that ends in death maybe. But that officers arrival marked the end of our island, our wild lives without adults, and our hunts (for pigs, beasts, and boys).
We are on the ship now. Going home. I don't remember much about home. After all I've been through, home probably won't feel the same as it once did. I know what power I have now, and I do not know if I can be happy handing it over to adults. But it is time for that to happen and time for me to go back to being Jack Merridew, the choir boy whose claim to fame is a high C#.
Over and out for the last time.
-Jack Merridew