Candle-Buds

I went to the hollow today. I snuck away while Jack and Ralph were bickering about Jack's obsession to kill a pig; he hasn't stopped talking about it since that first day when he let that piglet go. I found a mat of creepers that created a little hollow spot, it's hidden from the outside, and it's a really beautiful place to be at night. There's this flower that opens up at night and fills the air with it's perfume. It's a really beautiful place, it's the only place on the island where I can really get away and think. I wish I had a place like this back home, it truly is a wonderful little spot. It's tucked away from everybody and everything, I think that's why I like it the most.

Ralph's been building huts, and Jack won't stop hunting. He's starting to slack off on keeping the fire going. He promised Ralph the first day we were here was that his hunters would keep the fire going as well, all they need to do is keep the smoke in the sky. Jack doesn't want to listen to Ralph, that's becoming more apparent; their bickering today had an edge to it, Jack is still mad because Ralph was elected chief and he wasn't. Jack is going to do something, I just know it. I know Jack Merridew, and he isn't just going to let something like that go - it's just not in his nature. He was choir director before we got here, I don't really think anybody wanted him to be, but there was no one brave enough (or stupid enough) to oppose him. It might be ok, but the likelihood of that being true is pretty weak.