Blog #3 (Chapters 3 and 4 Lord of the Flies)

Chapter 3 and 4: Problems on the island
Ralph’s Journal

“Come on Simon help me put this in the top,” I told Simon. He had been helping me all the morning while the “littluns” had just been in the water playing the entire morning. Jack and part of his group of hunters were hunting and the other part of his group was taking care of the fire so it doesn’t go out. Simon and I have being trying to build huts on the beach but nobody helps us and we need help because the huts have felled 2 times already.

Suddenly, Jack came I asked him if he could help me and Simon build the huts. He said that he was tired by all the vicissitudes of a day of hunting. I think that Jack is just making excuses to just not help us. I asked him again but he told me, “I want meat.” Jack was obsessed with killing a pig. I told him, “Jack we need help, everyone is in the water playing; even your group of hunters and nobody wants to help.” “But I want meat!” Jack replied. I told Jack one last time, “We need shelter.” “BUT I WANT MEAT!” Jack said madly.

I decided to just calm for a second before yelling at Jack. Jack didn’t care about any balm that could rescue us. I looked over where everybody was. I could hear the susurration of all of them. They were talking about the beastie. I could see everyone’s scared face. I went back with Jack then I noticed that Simon had left. “Where did he go,” I thought. I went close to where all of the “littluns” were. They were still talking about the beastie with fear. Then I went back to the beach, Piggy came over. Suddenly, we saw a ship in the horizon. We also saw that there was no smoke coming from the fire. I ran as fast as I could toward the fire when I got there the fire had gone out and there was no one there taking care of the fire. So I just screamed at the ship but nobody heard us.

It was all Jack’s fault. I went madly toward Jack. He had his swarthiness skin painted. He was carrying proudly a dead pig that was dropping black gouts. I thought that was disgusting but he was excessively happy because he had killed a pig. I yelled, “Why did you let the fire out?” He answered, “I needed a lot of people to kill the pig you should’ve seen; we trap him and then I killed him.” I yelled again, “There was a ship, a ship Jack and you let him go just because you wanted to kill a pig, we would’ve been rescued by now.” Jack said sorry so I just went back to the beach. After all this I have decided to make a meeting.