The Lost Ship

After the intense situation last night, I decided to take a break today and lay down by the waters, doing some thinking about what we ought to do to get off this island. Ralph and Simon and some others, maybe, were off doing shelters. I thought that this was the right course of action but just didn't have the energy nor the will to go help them. Jack and his choir, or the newly named hunters, were off doing who knows what. I proposed an idea to Ralph about making a sundial, but it was waved off by him. I was about to press the importance of it, but I decided to stop there as it seemed like Ralph was irked by something. He left and slid smoothly into the water, and I followed him on land, on account of my assmar asthma (how do you delete on this?). He was gazing out into the ocean, then suddenly bounced up. "Smoke! Smoke!" he yelled. I didn't understand. I peered out into the horizon and I saw what Ralph was screaming about. By the time I realized what Ralph was going into hysterics about, he was already gone, rushing to the mountain to check the fire. "I don't see any smoke," said Simon helpfully. We got up, and started to follow Ralph up the mountain. I was afraid.

Ralph was fuming. "Where is Jack?" As he said this, Jack turned up. But he didn't just turn up, he marched up the mountain with a horde of boys, carrying a pig. Ralph's face was red, and I could tell he was doing his best to keep a burning anger within. Jack was bounding around in all his joy, rejoicing and recounting his tales of killing a pig. Eventually, he noticed that something was wrong. I tried to speak up against stupid Jack, but I was whacked and one side broke. This came as a very unfortunate news to me. My vision had been halved! How was I to see anything clearly as before? After a long period of glowering by Ralph, Jack finally apologized, and the boys set to work relighting the fire. I let Ralph take my specs, for I had then understood which side was to be taken. The pig was cooked, and a feast given.

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  1. JackOctober 29, 2019 at 10:09 PM

    Shut up. Doing some thinking? About what, your auntie? And Ralph is becoming unreasonable. I got us pig! I held a feast? Is that not to be celebrated?

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