Sighting of a Myth

It was a windy night, and I could hardly get sleep. As I tossed and turned, I suddenly heard another noise coming from the forest. "Piggy!" I heard, an urgent whisper from Ralph. Ralph told me that the twins, while tending to the fire, had seen the beast. I couldn't believe it. Before, the beast had almost been laughable to me - no. There couldn't be a beast. They ought to be joking. An assembly was quietly called in the early morning light. Samneric began to retell their horrifying story.

I still didn't really believe in the beast, but I couldn't doubt it as much as I did before, with Samneric's story. What if there was a beast? What would become of us? I thought Jack's proposal to charge right in and confront the beast was a foolish idea and so I proposed to just wait here instead. Ralph disagreed, saying, almost yelling, that we needed to check the mountain, or we would be cramped on to the little bit of safe land we had. And so Ralph, Jack, and some hunters left on another expedition. I was worried that the beast might come for us - not meaning I believe there is one, just in case there is - and attack, but I didn't bring it up. They brought along their wooden sticks - or as they call them, spears, I believe - and I went to my spot along the beach.


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