It feels like i’ve been stuck on this island forever. Our only chance of being rescued was ruined by the hunters, now known as Jack and his tribe. They were supposed to keep the fire going at all times so that if a ship passed by they would see the smoke and come to rescue us. A simple task such as this was obviously too much for them, and just like that we missed what might have been our only chance of ever being saved. To make matters even worse, i’m the laughing stock of everyone stuck on this island with me.
Not only am I more insecure than ever but I am also afraid. Jack and his tribe of savages have proven to be heartless people, and now because of them I no longer can see properly. Jack is a cold blooded person whom should have never had been born. Although I stand up to him acting brave and noble like an adult, in reality he scares the life out of me. “ I’m scared of him,” said Piggy, “ and that’s why I know him. If you’re scared of someone you hate him, but you can’t stop thinking about him.
You kid yourself he’s all right really, an’ then when you see him again, it’s like asthma and you cant breathe. page 93 From the first day I met Jack he took it upon himself to make fun of me. He teased me about my weight, my glasses, my speech and my asthma. Everything I was or did made him upset. Jack and his crew had an obsession with hunting for meat, which in result messed everything up. “You and your blood, Jack Merridew! You and your hunting! We might have gone home-“ page 70. I believe that since we are going to be stuck on this island for who knows how long, we should be making stronger shelters, making sure that we have a signal for any passing ships and sticking together.
However, Jack just had to break everyone up into groups and hunt all the time. Jack really crossed the line today when he stole my specs, on top of that one of the lens were already broken from when he threw it on the ground. The only reason he stole my specs was because Jack and his tribe needed it to start a fire to cook with and for warmth. Instead of asking for my glasses, in the night he ravaged our shelter and stole them. Ralph, Sam, Eric and I are planning on marching up the mountains to Jack and demanding that they give me my specs back immediately. Hopefully things turn out for the best.