Beastly

Sorry it's been a while, I've been helping Ralph a lot with building huts and keeping the fire going, there hasn't really been any time to write. There was a ship today. We could see the smoke from the island, but they couldn’t see us; Jack let the signal fire go out. He decided to take everyone hunting and the ship sailed by without even knowing we were here. Is this how it’s always going to be? Is Jack always going to disobey Ralph and let every bit of our hope slowly sail away bit by bit? Ralph was pretty upset, so were the rest of us who knew what the ship sailing away really meant. That was home, that was safety, and that was our hope for survival and rescue. Jack bribed most everyone over though with his insincere apology – and meat. He finally killed a pig; so that must make everything better, right? He got into a fight with Piggy and wouldn’t give him any meat; he tried to justify it by telling him he didn’t hunt so he couldn’t have any, but Ralph and I didn’t hunt and he gave us both some meat. So I gave my meat to Piggy, I felt bad for him, but they laughed at me. I still gave it to Piggy, but I made Jack angry with me, which was ridiculous. He has no right to starve anyone. He threw more of the pig’s meat at me, and that must’ve been the last straw for Ralph. He called a meeting.

He wanted to get everyone back together, we’ve been drifting apart and Jack hasn’t been helping any. Ralph asked about the shelters, about who actually helped build them, and it really only came down to him and I. Then they brought up the beast again. A littlun thought he saw it when he woke up in the night, but that was just me. I was going to the hollow and apparently he saw me moving in the bushes. I felt bad for scaring Phil, he didn’t know any better. I don’t really believe in the beast, but I did speak up; I think there could be a real beast on the island, but I think it might just be us. Nobody believed me, they thought I was nuts. The meeting broke up really bad; Jack said the rules don’t matter, Ralph said that the rules are the only thing we have, and I think he’s wrong. We still have our hope: in the fire, in each other, in Piggy’s glasses, in the conch, in every day that passes, we can still hope.
Ralph was thinking about not being chief anymore, but I told him he needs to stay chief. He’s the best of all of us to do the job, he’s the only person that can be chief and actually cares about what the rest of us have to say. Jack doesn’t care, he’d just tell us all what to do and if we didn’t obey he’d hurt us or something. There isn’t much we can do though, he’s bribed over most of the tribe, and if it ever comes down to it, I don’t think many people would stay with Ralph, even though that’s the best thing for them to do.