A Final Breath

Ralph and I talked after the raid. I was angry. Without my specs, I could barely see anything, it was all just blurs. I decided to go up to that filthy Jack and tell him. Ralph agreed with me, and said that if I'd like to go and give it a try, he'd go with me. Samneric, after some debating, decided to come along too. 

We walked along the island, and found the large mountain that Jack's tribe now inhabited. I was scared now, realizing what territory we were approaching. Roger called out from atop the mountain, asking who we were. He told us he had orders to forbid our entry. Ralph asked for Jack, and suddenly a voice behind us spoke, almost making me jump. "What do you want?" Jack asked, with an edge to his voice. Ralph told Jack to give back my specs, but without his power and authority, his words were useless. Ralph began to resort to the only other thing that could speak, violence. As they began to fight I foresaw something, something bad happening. I whispered for Ralph to stop, and surprisingly, he listened, and straightened up. I held the conch and started to pull the best out of my wits. I heard faint noises coming from behind me, but I paid them no notice. I spoke from my heart, my wits, hoping to at least get through to the thick skulls of the booing savages.

Suddenly

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