Lord of the Flies, Chapter "13"

My Own Chapter 13
Mum?

Still unbelieving of the fact that he was saved by Jack's rampaging fire of pursuit, Ralph threw up over the ship deck into the depths of the sea. If only Simon and Piggy could experience the feeling of relief that Ralph was experiencing. My God, thought Ralph, how could such fortune happen upon me? Of all people, the only one that still remained somewhat civilized and straight-headed was the first one to see the beacon of light that promised to carry us back home. Kneeling on the ground, Ralph nearly put his hands together as if he were about to pray. Anxious that somebody would see him, he put his hands at his sides. Instead of praying for his seasickness to end, he started to think of the incident that took place on the island before they were rescued. Thank the Lord for that fire of Jack's, thought Ralph, I was either going to burn to death, or be tortured for the rest of my life. (which wouldn't have lasted that long if I had been caught) I am still shaken up about this entire situation after a month! A month of being on a ship that makes me seasick, a month of not being chases by savages (it's all haughty glances now; though Jack exceeds that quite often), a month of nothing but water. Ralph paused in his rant and half-mindedly said out loud, "I want my mum." As soon the words left his trembling lips, Ralph heard a cruel chuckle from behind him.

"Ralph, Ralph, Ralph." said Jack in a taunting voice. "When are you going to learn that your "mum" is dead and that your dad forgot about you." in a sinister voice, Jack added, "I mean, how could a mother live without her precious baby! She probably went and offed herself. And a father without a son might as well stick his head in the sand!" Jack cackled with insanity.

"Stop saying that! It is not true! My family is waiting for me at home! All of these things you say are lies!" Ralph, who had stood up in his protest, slowly sank to his knees and began to weep.

"You pitiful little piece of scum, "spat out Jack, "you're not even worth the salt of the sea!" Jack spat at Ralph, and watched as the phlegm slowly made its way down to the split ends of Ralph's matted hair. Jack in his cruelty had become bored with Ralph and kicked him in his side before walking away. Ralph rolled on his side and threw up on the ship deck. Feeling in a way, better than he did before. Now the side of his ribs hurt, but the tight feeling in his stomach had gone away. He gagged as the remains of his breakfast made their way up his throat and onto the guano-covered decks of the ship. Ralph lay there for awhile, watching the the disgusting egg chunks tango between the grooves of the deck boards, and pour down between the cracks.

Jack's cruel words rang in Ralph's head. Before long, Ralph was jumping to conclusions about his family's well-being. His eyes searched for answers or a sign, but of course he found none. He, the savages, and the sailors were all stuck on a stupid ship in the middle of the stupid ocean, hoping that they would find stupid land, so they could go back to their stupid civilized lives. Though I cannot speak for Jack, thought Ralph, That son of a... It's not even even worth cursing at that monster. Only a true beast would mess with somebody's head like that and make them believe that their family was dead because of their plane crashing on an uncharted island. I mean, are you serious? Who pulls that crap? Now I believe that mum is dead, and that dad forgot about ever having me as a son. Ralph sighed, and brushed the guano off of his hands. He was getting tired of these stupid seagulls. Whenever he sits down, he comes up with guano all over him.


Stupid kid, thought Jack, he can't even think straight because he's so "psyched" 'bout seeing his family again. Jack started to think of other ways that he could torture Ralph's mind. Out loud, Jack said "I already got to him about his family...what else can I torture him about?" Thinking, Jack came up with an answer that only he would think of. "PIGGY..." With a crooked smile on his face, Jack slithered away to go find Ralph.


"May Jack rot in hell", Ralph growled, "that crooked son-of-a-nutcracker! How dare he say such things about my family! It's not like I can do anything though.And I know for sure that none of these retarded sailors will either. They don't care what we do as long as we don't touch anything or bother them. All they do is feed us, and give us a bed to sleep on; nothing more. The captain saw Jack and Roger beating up Samneric, but he didn't do a single thing! Between the two of them, Jack and Roger have killed two people! And the second person they killed didn't affect them at all! They actually thought it was funny that they dropped a boulder on a kid's head and made his brain's spill out! And all over some stupid fire, and a stupid pair of half-broken specs!" Ralph laughed manically, comparing the boys that crash-landed on that island to the good for nothing savages that left it. "To think that we went to institutes, wore uniforms, and walked in choirs at a point in our lives is hilarious. Look at us now!" Ralph thrust his hands into the air, and stared at the sky. He found a poodle amongst the thunder clouds, and pointed at it, giggling in a raspy voice.

"LOOK AT ME NOW!" said Ralph. "LOOK AT WHAT A FEW MONTHS ON AN ISLAND DID TO ME!" Ralph hoisted himself up, and stood on the edge of the ship, "MOMMA! AREN'T YOU PROUD OF HOW I TURNED OUT! HUH? ARE YOU?" Ralph stood there on the edge of the ship, heaving. Ralph looked around. As Ralph tried to regain his conduct and get down, Jack walked around the corner of the Captain's cabin and saw an opportunity he long hoped for. The sly fox slid behind Ralph, and PUSH! Ralph plundered to his death in the angry sea.

Jack watched Ralph drown to death, and slowly a sinister smile slid onto his face. Jack had been waiting for this for the longest time. This feeling of being the top dog; this giddy feeling; this enjoyment. Watching Ralph slap at the water and cry for help gave Jack a twisted sense of pleasure. After Ralph disappeared into the deep, Jack looked at his hands and quietly said, "I did it." Then he said it louder and louder until he shrieked out in a vehement voice, "I KILLED RALPH!"

THE END

Lord of the Flies, Chapter 12

Cry of the Hunters

Sheer Luck

Being dead isn't as bad as I thought it would be. It is relieving, that's for sure. When I was alive, I had Jack breathing down my neck and raising my hairs; now there's no Jack to bother me. It was sad when Simon died because of Jack's hunters with their distended bellies. You'd think they would be fit as a fiddle if they were real hunters, but that is not the case with them. They are just savages that think surviving on the island is a game and that they can diddle around all they bloody want. Sorry, but that is not the way things should happen if you wish to survive. My death was not so sad, because I am in a much safer and better place. But it seemed as though Simon was happy on the island. Not with the rest of us of course, but he always had a way of making his life on the island seem peaceful. I wish I could have done that, but at least now I don't have to try.

I hope that Ralph escapes Jack's bloodthirsty cordon. I'm scared for him! Jack is a monster! And since he took Samneric and I'm dead, Ralph might as well just go and drown in the sea. Either way, HE IS TOAST! If Jack or Roger catches Ralph, not only is he going to be killed...but he is going to be tortured. Jack blacklisted Ralph a long time ago, and Roger's specialty is torture and pain. Samneric are terrified of Roger because of whatever horrible thing he did to them. Ohhh...

Somebody must have prayed for a miracle if somebody found us on this godforsaken island. And what perfect timing? They were all about to turn to ashes with that fire raging out of control! I don't care for the fact that Jack n' 'em were rescued, but I am delighted by the fact that Ralph got out okay. He was my best buddy. And, he was the only other sane being on the island. Thank the Lord for the Seal with the white drill uniform. Ralph would have died if not for that man. The light reflecting off the epaulettes on the Seal's shoulder seemed to light up Ralph's bloody and sweaty face. I swear, that Navy Seal was an angel sent from God Himself if somebody actually wanted our lives to return to normal, and decided to rescue our sorry little savage butts. Sadly, I will never see my mum and dad ever again. All because of those wretched demons, Jack and Roger.

Lord of the Flies, Chapter 11

Castle Rock

View of a Soul

That was a dirty trick for Jack to steal Piggy's glasses. Before, Piggy only had one eye because of Jack, and now he might as well be blind because of Jack. It gives me this delirious anger when Jack pulls one of his tricks on Piggy. Is it really that hard to be kind to someone? Jack is the most powerful person and hunter I know, but he is also the most truculent. He never knows when to stop. He just keeps going and going like an Energizer bunny. But unlike the Energizer bunny, he does not give other things power; he keeps it all for himself. That is not a good trait to have.

I am happy that Ralph finally stood up for Piggy, and set out to retrieve his glasses from that monster Jack. At last the cessation of awkward fear has come. Maybe now Jack will see the light and say to himself that bullying Piggy and everybody else is not worth their respect. Everybody on Castle Rock would respect Jack regardless of whether or not they feared him. His personality is too powerful to ignore. But sadly, Jack is too power-hungry and because of his faithful followers, I'm dead. If Jack had not been so concentrated on proving his allegiance with most of the other biguns, I would not have been beaten to death in the middle of their "dance".

Poor little Piggy. My death was tragic, was Piggy's is...is...uh, catastrophic. I sure do hope that he went to heaven. Because Piggy was such a good soul, but such an odd person that nobody noticed his goodness. I remember how much that conch meant to Piggy. It meant so much to him, that he thought of it as a talisman; a defensive shield from evil. Now, that old shell did no good for him. All it did was piss Jack off and now Piggy is gone. Jack tried to play it on Ralph, and that is a nasty thing to do. Piggy was Ralph's best friend on the island, and Jack went ahead and put it on Ralph. That is some twisted crap. Jack is now truly a savage. Jack may not realize this, but he is a lost soul. No being with feelings and a heart would not give a rat's backside about blowing out somebody's brains with a boulder. If they end up being rescued, Jack is never going to return to his snobby self. He is officially a souless savage.

Lord of the Flies, Chapter 10

The Shell and the Glasses

The Coverup

Was that not a feast or what? The highlight of the feast was when that barmy beast came. Boy did we nail 'em! That was the most fun I have had on this godforsaken island since we caught the sow. I saw the creature wash away in the sea, but I do not think that it is dead. That thing is still out there...still breathing. I bet that Ralph and his gang thing that they are purged of the beast, but I know better. That thing is never going to stop.

I was surprised by the fact that the beast disguised itself. That was a bit surprising that it would confront us when we had spears in our hands. But I do think that we wounded the beast enough that it won't be coming back for quite a while. Maybe the beast showing up at our feast was a theological sign; a sign from God maybe. I don't know. But what I do know is that we have to try to stay on the good side of the beast, or it'll be our necks.

I must applaud myself on my illumination of covering up the murder of Simon. Everybody thinks that it was the beast in disguise, but I know that we killed that batty son of a nutcracker. If anybody finds out that it was Simon that we killed, then sooner or later everybody is going to know that I lied to them. If a single person says a peep, there will be severe consequences.