The Woman Warrior Review (Extra Credit)

The Woman Warrior
By: Maxine Hong Kingston
Reviewed by Ben H
The Woman Warrior, by Maxine Hong Kingston, is a historical fiction novel about a Chinese’s immigration experience. It is about a Chinese immigrant to America, with a mix of fantasies and ghosts, which makes the book confusing due to some of the story real and some of the story fake. The way Kingston shows her story is that everything to her is clear and understandable in China. But in America, everything is more complex and confusing. When she is in America, everyone that is not in her family is a ghost, which alters the story in a way, and makes you wonder whether you’re reading the truth of the story, or the fantasy part.
Maxine Kingston never lived in America, she was born during WW2, when her mother had already immigrated to America. The Woman Warrior turns into a story about her mother’s life in China, and experiences in America, before it goes back to Kingston’s life. Her life involves the Laundromat where the work as a family, there house where they all live, the school that kids tease and discriminate them due to race, and the relatives in China whom they must send money to, to support them.
I would recommend The Woman Warrior to anybody that is a teenager and older, and can sit and read a book for a very long time. If you are the type of person who can’t sit still for more than thirty minutes, I would not suggest that you read this book. But if you are able to sit still for at least two hours, you would be able to delve into the pages to discover the life of an immigrant, and her fantasies. The Woman Warrior is a slow-paced book with low action, and will take a while to read and comprehend.
My personal opinion of The Woman Warrior is that it is a good book for those who like to read. Reading isn’t my favorite thing to do, and I struggled to keep my eyes open while reading The Woman Warrior. It is also not the type of book that I would prefer to read, although there were some fantasy parts that interested me. But I don’t think I would read this story again, I’ve read it once and I’ve had my share.
As far as historical fiction stories go about an immigrant go, The Woman Warrior is one that will stick out. It has different ingredients of writing style with real life emotions, and fantasy ideas. Some parts will keep you hooked, while others will put you to sleep. Overall, The Woman Warrior, is a fine book.

New Americans Project Reflection

New Americans Project Reflection

Literature Circles and Blogs
The book I read for the lit circles was The Woman Warrior, by Maxine Hong Kingston. It was about a Chinese immigrant who saw everyone in America as a ghost. This made the book a little more interesting and confusing because half of it was real, and half of it was unreal. Maxine didn’t actually see the ghosts, but referred to the people in America as ghosts. I think that this made it interesting because other books are a little boring about how the immigrant had to come to America, but this book had a little bit more action in it to make the story more exciting. I was glad that I chose this book because it had the action parts of it, but most of it was really hard to understand because I didn’t know if the story was true or false.
What I learned from The Woman Warrior, was about the Chinese culture. I learned small things such as woman not being able to do things that men could do to be successful. Almost the only way a woman could be well known would’ve been to becoming a warrior. This is a large difference from American culture because here in America almost everyone has an equal chance at success, and it doesn’t make a difference whether or not you’re a boy or girl. From my group, I learned that I wasn’t the only one who was confused with the book. My group members also had a hard time comprehending whether or not the story was real of fake.
After participating in the literature circles, I think that something that could be added next time would be to have more group meetings. I liked meeting in person with my group rather than doing all of the work online in blogs. I prefer meeting in person because with blogs it is a little hard to keep track of when to post and respond, and if your group member even responded. I think that some meeting could be done on the internet, but maybe every other meeting would be with your group in person. I think that meeting in person would also improve, because on-line, you can’t see facial expressions, or tone of voices from the blog posts. Whereas when you’re directly facing the person, you can get a larger understanding of what you are saying.
While doing the blog posts assignments, I enjoyed them a little because I prefer to type something over hand-writing it. By writing on blogs, it takes less class time to communicate, and it is also easier to access. I think that by blogging, it can be more efficient and effective, but I don’t think that blog posts should be done for every meeting. Even though I did not have many problems with the blogging, I would’ve preferred to do some meetings in person with our group.
I learned that my literature group mates viewed the story almost the same as me. They were also confused about the story where I was, so I think that our entire group was on the same level in terms of understanding the story. I think that they might have viewed it differently than me also, because since I am Chinese, I already understand some of the culture. But my other group members didn’t quite know why the characters did a particular tradition, so sometimes they asked me to tell them what exactly they were doing and why. Otherwise, we all viewed the book in the same perspective.

Art and Literature
Part of the New Americans Project, was to make a painting that was based off of the literature book you read. There were six different themes to choose from for the painting. We could either paint a specific scene that struck us, show a cultural component in the book, paint our interpretation of the book, recreate a famous painting with a them of the book you read, show a theme from the novel, or make a new book cover. I chose to recreate a famous painting for my art piece. I recreated Starry Night, by Vincent Van Gogh, but incorporated a Chinese theme in it. In the sky I made a dragon and fireworks, and tried to Van Gogh’s style with the swirling brushstrokes. At the bottom I created a small village with Chinese houses, and made the brushstrokes lines to match the style. With these three main components, I incorporated The Woman Warrior’s culture, with Vincent Van Gogh’s painting style.
I tried to make painting so that there was an obvious connection between the book, and the painting Starry Night. I think that I made that connection because the people who I have shared my art with said that they thought it looked like Starry Night, before I told them that it was supposed to be like that. My peers also agreed that my painting definitely had a Chinese theme because of the dragon, houses, and fireworks.
Overall, I think that my painting came out great. I am “artistically challenged,” so I don’t have high expectations for my art. Although I think that my painting is one of the best I have painted. It isn’t the best one that was created, but it certainly isn’t the worst one either.
One thing I would’ve changed to my art piece would be the well in the lower left hand corner. I rushed through that part a little, so there is a white spot that I didn’t paint. I would also change the color of the houses, because I was unaware at the time that the brown needed to be mixed with another color, and the paint turned out to be a little chunky. The brown paint didn’t ruin my painting, but I think that if I had mixed the paint with another color, then it would appear nicer. I think I would change all of the houses in general, because they were the last thing that I did for my art piece, so I didn’t take my time on them and put in a complete effort like I did for the top half of my painting.
From creating this art piece, I learned how to incorporate tow different styles. I made the painting style Van Gogh’s, but I made the theme from the book. Prior to this project, I didn’t think that I was too great at art, but now from this piece, it is building confidence for me. I also learned that I am not a complete fail when it come to creating art pieces that should symbolize and be recognizable, because this is probably one of the first art pieces of mine that didn’t look abstract. Although it is not one hundred percent purely my original art, I am still proud of my work.

Interview Process with Participant, and Gift
The largest part of The New Americans project was interviewing and meeting an immigrant from another country. There were three interviews that were to be conducted, one by email, phone, and an in-person and interview. The in-person interview was required, and the other two interviews could be done by phone or email. I interviewed a lady from Argentina, who immigrated here in 1990. At first, it was hard to get a hold of her because her computer didn’t work, and she wasn’t able to get my email. But after that, the interviews went well. My in-person interview went very well, and I was able to ask all the questions I needed, and got all the responses too, within an hour. I wasn’t too nervous because I am used to speaking in front of a large audience, so that skill helped me out in the interviews.
I didn’t particularly like that we had to conduct three interviews. I though that one would probably adequate. I am not sure why we had to do three, but am sure that our teacher, Ms. Abbassi, had her reasons. I was the most comfortable with the email, because in text you can’t see facial expressions, or hear voices. I am probably the least comfortable using the phone than any other means of communication because I don’t always know what to say on the phone, and sometimes I freeze up. Also I don’t trust my phone manners that well, so I don’t know how to start off a conversation. In-person, I feel confident because it is easier to start a conversation because you know who you are talking to, whereas on the phone or e-mail you don’t always know. You have a good idea of who you are contacting, but it isn’t always one hundred percent positive.
In my first interview, I wasn’t able to get many answers because my interviewee’s computer wasn’t working to view the e-mail I sent. In the second interview, I learned that she had to leave everything she had behind. The only things she took with her to America were her three year old son, and the close on her back. She left all of her belonging and family. I also learned that she had lived in a lot of different parts of Argentina due to her father being in the military. From the third and final interview, I learned the differences between Argentina and America. She said one of the largest ones was the time. In Argentina, work starts at 8AM, and goes until noon. The entire work force shuts down until 4PM, and doesn’t stop until 8PM. This is a huge difference because the average American eats dinner between 5 and 7PM. But in Argentina, they might eat dinner around 8:30 or 9PM. I also learned that dancing is a large part in Argentinean culture, and that my interviewee is still able to practice that tradition here in Balboa Park with the Argentinean Club.
From interviewing an immigrant from another country, it makes me truly glad that I live in America, and that I was born here. I am glad, because there are many hardships that people had to go through in their home country, before coming here. In a lot of cultures, it appears that if you break a law, your family shuts you out, and they will no longer help you. That is the main reason why my interviewee came to America, because her family wouldn’t help her anymore after she had a child.
Creating the gift for my interviewee was definitely a challenge for me. Since they were all art projects, they weren’t my area of expertise. I do not consider myself a good artist, and I like to take the easy way out in work, so I chose to make a painting for my interviewee. I don’t think it came out that good, but I also did not really want to create any of the options for the gift. What I made her was a painting of Argentina, and the cities that she had lived in when she lived in Argentina. Surrounding Argentina, I put different cultural items, such as the Argentinean flag, and people dancing. I created this piece, because I thought it would represent her, and I wasn’t sure of what else I could make.
Overall, I thought that some of this project was fun, but it was all a lot of work. I enjoyed the reading part of this project, but the painting part wasn’t as fun. I think that there was a lot of work, and not enough time to do it all, especially since we had exhibition night coming up, so there wasn’t much time to work on other projects. If I got to do this project again, I would definitely try to get everything done on time, and use my time more effectively and efficiently. This project was a great experience, but to be truthful, I wouldn’t want to do it again.

Lake Hodges Pictures

The Woman Warrior Post #6

Quote #1: "...Fresh-off-the-Boat's, as the Chinese-American kids at school called the young immigrants." Said by the author on page 225, paragraph six.
Significance: This quote is significant because the Chinese-Americans are stereotyping. I think that it is interesting that the kids are being racist to their own ethnicity, and I think that at one time their parents were "FOBs." I also think this is important because kids shouldn't be stereotyping, or anybody for that matter.
Connection: I can connect to this because sometimes some of my friends make racist jokes or comments. Sometimes you can't control it and it just slips, but I think that people should try harder to let things like that be said.
Question #1: Have you ever stereotyped your own race? Why, and what was it?

Quote #2: "I've stopped checking 'bilingual' on job applications." Said by the author on page 239, paragraph one.
Significance: I chose this quote because it shows that she is now pretty much Americanized. She feels as though she doesn't understand or talk Chinese anymore, because she has been a little outlawed in her society. I think that it is important because everybody in the US should remember and practice their original culture.
Connection: I think that I would feel the same way if I wanted to get rid of my culture, and forget it all. I would definitely stop checking a bilingual box even if I knew the language, but didn't feel that I deserved to know it.
Question #2: How would you feel if you decided to get rid of your heritage? Would you look back on it and regret it, or would you continue looking forward?

The Woman Warrior Post #5

Quote #1: "It was when I found out I had to talk that school became a misery, that the silence became a misery." Said by the author on page 193, paragraph two.
Significance: This is significant because it show that the immigrant students didn't like to talk in school. There was another quote earlier that said she did stuff because it made the other students laugh. This is important because it means that she was doing stuff in school, and she didn't know it because she didn't understand.
Connection: I can connect to this because when I was little, I was shy and didn't want to say or talk at all. I wasn't as shy as her because I would say stuff in class when I had to, but I preferred not to talk. I think I didn't talk because I couldn't always understand what the teacher was saying even though we both spoke the same language.
Question #1: Have you ever been in a situation where you are the only person who can't speak a language that everyone else is, and your lost and confused because you didn't know what they were talking about?

Quote #2: "But I knew that they did not understand. They thought that we were beggars without a home in who lived in the back of the laundry. They felt sorry for us." Said by that author on page 199, paragraph one.
Significance: This is significant because the drugstore owner were giving the family because they didn't understand them. The mother wanted the candy so that the bad spirits would go away, and when the drugstore owners gave them the candy, the mother thought that the owners understood why the family needed it. But the author knows that the drugstore owners don't understand the Chinese culture, but gave them the candy anyways because they felt sorry for them.
Character Judgement: I think that this quote shows that the mom is not very understanding in how America works. American people usually don't understand other cultures to well, but the mother thinks that they do, because the store owners gave them the free candy.
Question #2: Have you been in a situation when people gave you stuff because they thought you were poor and couldn't afford stuff?

The Woman Warrior Post #4

Quote #1: "... Brave Orchid took a day off to wait at the San Francisco International Airport for the plant that was bringing her sister to the Untied States. She had not seen Moon Orchid for thirty years." Said by the narrator on page 131, paragraph one.
Significance: This is significant because the mom is finally getting to see her sister again. It shows that when people immigrate, they don't necessarily immigrate all together at once, as a family. One part of the family comes over, and then the next, so there's a gap, and you might be missing a family member for a while.
Connection: I can connect to this, because when my mom immigrated here, her grandfather came over many years earlier, before she came. But her mom and sister and brother all came at the same time. I think they do this so that they are like a test to see if it's okay, and so that by the time the rest of the family comes, they will be successful, and not suffer here.
Question #1: How would you feel if you got to see one of your close family members finally after thirty years? Why?

Quote #2: "Immigration Ghosts were stamping the papers. The travellers crowded along some conveyor belts to have their luggage searched." Said by the narrator on page 133, paragraph six.
Significance: I found this quote interesting, because they are calling everyone except each other ghosts. The Immigration Ghosts, is just an immigration officer, yet they say he is a ghost. This quote is also significant because even when they were getting off the plane, they had to have their bags searched.
Connection: I can connect to this because sometimes it takes forever to get off a plane, especially if they are searching bags. I could imagine that Moon Orchid and Brave Orchid would be exhausted after waiting so long.
Question #2: Why do you think they call the people in America Ghosts?

The Woman Warrior Post #3

Quote #1: "On Ellis Island the official asked her, 'What year did your husband cut off his pigtail?' and it terrified her when she couldn't remember." Said by the author on page 113, the first paragraph.
Significance: This is significant because it show the types of questions that were asked to the immigrants on Ellis Island. Asking when your husband cut off his pigtails is also a slightly racist question because they think that the men wanted to grow out their hair, when they were doing it because of the communists. I also found it interesting that the author's mom went through Ellis Island instead of Angel Island, because I think she came to the US in the thirties.
Connection: I can connect to this because today in class when we did a simulation of coming into class, we were interrogated. I was asked questions that made a little sense, but other people were asked questions that were bizarre such as how many windows there are in the classroom.
Question #1: If you were an immigrant coming to the US, and they ask you a question that you should know the answer to, but don't, how would you feel?

Quote #2: Among the sellers with ropes, cages, and water tanks, were the sellers of little girls. Said by narrator on page 93, paragraph two.
Significance: This is significant because in America, you don't see girls being sold on the streets as slaves. But in China, most girls aren't wanted, and are sold as slaves. It shows the enormous culture difference between the US and other nations.
Connection: I can relate to this because sometimes I have felt unwanted, and that is probably what the girls felt when they were standing on the street. I have never seen anything like that except in movies, but I think that I have felt what they did.
Question #2: How would you feel if you were being sold on the street as a slave because your parents didn't want you?

The Woman Warrior Post #2

Quote #1: "My American life has been such a disappointment." Said by the author, on page 54 on paragraph 4.
Significance: This is significant because it shows that not all immigrants have a better life here. It also shows that many immigrants have really high expectations, and when the author came to America, it was not what she thought it would be. It is a challenge to them because they thought that it would be really good place and wouldn't have to worry about much, but in reality it is much more challenging.
Personal Connection: I can connect to this by coming to High Tech Middle. I didn't start at the beginning of 6th grade, and the school I came from a harder school. I thought that HTM would be easier and more fun, and I was half correct. It was more fun than my old school, and proved to be a greater challenge than I expected.
Question #1: What has ever happened to you where you expected one thing and got another which was harder and worse than what you expected?

Quote #2: "It's not just the stupid racists that I have to do something about, but the tyrants who for whatever reason can deny my family food or work. My job is my only land." Said by the author on page 58, paragraph 6.
Significance: This is significant because many people in America are discriminating against them because they are Chinese. I think that this is still occurring in America today, even though the country has changed. The people who are discriminating don't have a reason, and they're just being racist. This is important for people today to change from being racist.
Personal Connection: I can connect to this because I have seen and heard racist comments before, and some of them are a little disturbing. I think being racist isn't funny, and it's just plain wrong. I can also connect to this quote because people have treated me differently because of being Chinese. It's not always in a bad way though, such as everyone automatically saying I am good at math. It's not a lie, but it feels like people are judging me because I am Asian.
Question #2: Have you ever been treated differently because of your race, religion, or how you looked? What was it, and how did you manage it?

Field Trip Reflection

From Haven to Home
Haven to Home was an exhibit about Jewish people immigrating here to America. It was not about the Holocaust, but just a timeline of Jews immigrating here. The purpose of this exhibit was to inform people about immigrant Jews. I learned from this exhibit that most of the Jewish immigrants came from Brazil when it was owned by Holland. Once Jews got to America they were often treated like slaves because of their religion. The first 23 Jews who came to New Amsterdam were not welcomed their because of their race. To escape from the slavery, they set up synagogues and used them as an underground railroad. In 1787 when George Washington became president, many Jews looked to him to confirm that they could stay in America.
A problem that Jewish people had in America was being able to become president. To become president you must be sworn in on a bible. The problem being that Jews didn’t read the bible. Congress passed a law called “The Jew Bill,” which made it so that Jews could run for office.
The Jewish people in the South agreed with slavery like most of the other whites living there, and helped fight in the Civil War in 1861. In 1880, Jews started to emigrate from Europe in search of being able to practice their own religion. When World War Two started, there were many groups that formed for anti- Jews, and anti- Catholics. After the war, Jews fought for their political rights, and once having them, fought in the Civil Rights Movement for African- American people.
In America, Jewish people lived in their own “Synagogue Communities,” where many Jews would live in a neighborhood where there was a synagogue. Jews also helped pioneer new communities in America, and created new genres in pop-culture. Jews made their own guilds where people with the same trade such as engineering, or electrical work would stay together to work. The first Jew in congress was in 1841, and Harry Truman was the first in the United Nations to recognize Israel as a country.

Children of Immigrants
Photo: China Moon Festival, in Chinatown, Chicago, 1997. This picture is of a young Asian girl and her family in traditional clothes. There is a man to her left holding a sword, and in the background there is a regular store. I chose this photo because it is interesting how a community can dress up and celebrate like they would in their home country, but there are Americanized stores in the background.
Quote: “When I left my country Vietnam I didn’t know that I would probably never come back again. I was just ten years old. I knew my life would begin from this moment.”
–Ngoe Nguyen, Vietnam. I chose this quote because it gives me a good feel for how it would be to leave your country, and know that you are not going to live there again, but in the future, you hope you will have a better life. I think this is how my uncle felt when he left China when he was only seven or eight. What spoke to me about it is that immigrant children must be afraid to leave their country not knowing what is lying ahead.
Essay: The Untold Story of a Chinese- American. This essay was about a boy’s father who immigrated here, and had what he had to face and put up with to get here. His dad had seen death, suicide attempts, robbery, being called names, and giving up all he had, just to get to America. Once he was here, his dad had a hard time finding a job. The boy’s education was not as good because he had to get past a racial barrier. But once he got past that in elementary school, he had good grades and made friends. This essay tells me about the ordeal people go through to get here, and I find myself lucky that I was born here.

The Woman Warrior Post #1

Quote One: "... Your father and his brothers and your grandfather and his brothers and your aunt's new husband sailed for America, the Golden Mountain." Said by them mom on page three.
Significance: This quote is significant because all the men in the family are leaving for America. They said that America was "the Golden Mountain," which makes me believe that they think anything could happen in America, or it was the best place. It is also significant that the men are leaving because in American and Chinese culture, the men usually establish control and order in the family.
Connection: I can relate to this because before my mom immigrated here to the United States, her came to America to set up her and her family's life here. I think that in a lot of cultures, the men come to America first before the rest of the family, so everyone who had a part of their family immigrate here in the past century, did the same thing.
Question One: What do you think would happen to a family if the father went to America to start a new life, but never came back?.

Quote Two: "I would have to grow up a woman warrior." Said by the author, on page 24.
Significance: This quote shows that the only way a woman could be known in China would be for being a warrior. Most of the people that are well known are men, and woman don't have as much of a chance at being famous and popular. I think this is the reason why she wants to become a woman warrior. She was also inspired by Mu Lan, so I think that she wanted to be like her.
Character Judgment: This quote shows that the author wants to be a well known person for a good thing, and wants to make her way into history. This also shows that she is determined because it is hard to become a warrior.
Question Two: Why do you think it is hard to become famous if you are a woman?

Immigration Reflection

Immigration Reflection
An immigrant is a person who immigrated to another country. Immigrating is moving everything you own and yourself to a different country to start a new life. A lot of people have immigrated to the United States, which is how it made up the majority of its population. Immigrants often come from a poorer country than the one that they are moving to. Some immigrants move from a country to escape the government's power or torture.
My mom and her family immigrated here to the United States. She came here because life was getting hard in China where she was born. If she and her family didn't immigrate here, I probably wouldn't be alive today. Most of America's population is made up of immigrants, so immigration affects all of us.
As I said before, my mom's side of the family immigrated here. Many of my classmates' families came here from other countries. Immigration makes our community more diverse, and most of my friends are immigrants or their family immigrated here.
I think that a lot of immigrants come to the United States because of the freedom we have here. The government is good here compared to other countries that are ruled by dictators. Many people believe that a new life will be better for them here, and that is another reason why they immigrate here. In other countries, the people must be a certain religion, or they can’t do what they want, whereas here, we have it as a basic right.
I see that immigrants from Mexico have affected San Diego. First, San Diego is a Spanish name, which is Mexico’s primary language. San Diego is affected by Mexican immigrants a lot because we are located near the border. This makes the city more diverse, but it can also be a problem because of illegal immigrants who want to come to the United States. I think that immigration has also affected parts of San Diego’s crime. Things that are legal in other countries, but not in the US, are being practiced here, and that puts the crime rate up.

1984 Review

1984
By George Orwell
Reviewed by Ben H
1984, by George Orwell, is a science fiction novel about what the author thinks is going to happen in the future. Since Orwell wrote this book in 1950, 1984 was 34 years into the future. The story follows Winston Smith's life, the main character in the novel. As the book goes on, Winston starts discovering some of the many mysteries the corrupt government, the Party, holds. There are many secrets and mysteries that Orwell thinks will be in the future, and he describes them slowly. But Winston figures them out through his thoughts and relationships.
In 1984, London is now part of Oceania. There are laws, but you can be arrested by the thought police, even if they don't have evidence. The language of writing is Newspeak, combining words to reduce them and make them simpler. The leader is Big Brother, an imaginary person that everyone believes will protect them, from the wars with Eurasia, Eastasia, and Africa.
I would recommend this book to boys who are in high school, since the reading level is high, and there are many vocabulary words that middle school and younger would not understand. Some of the scenes are hard to read through, and the plot and story is extremely slow. I would also only recommend this book to boys who like science fiction, and who like to see characters develop through the story.
I would not recommend this book to the people who like thrillers, action novels, or suspense books, because 1984 does not relate to any of those. The book gets slower towards the end with no humor at all. I also would not recommend this book to girls since almost all characters are male, I don’t think that girls would find much interest in the plot.
My personal opinion of this book is that it is a very slow read, like the first 50 pages of Lord of the Rings, by JRR Tolkien, but in 1984, the entire book. It is also at a higher reading level, so it may be more interesting to adults or high school students. It did not hold my attention for very long, and I could easily find myself putting it down and doing something before going back to it.
In conclusion, I don’t recommend 1984 to anyone except those who fit the exact description above. There are some interesting concepts, possibly to adults, but not to me. And most of the ideas remain the same throughout. All in all, I think 1984 is just another book on the shelf.

Lord of the Flies Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Not Again!
Ralph was getting used to the rock of the boat. He had his crew cut again, bathed, and nails clipped, but he still didn’t feel completely civilized. He and the other boys had been on the boat for only two days. They were split into two groups, each group getting one cabin. Although they were packed in tightly, Ralph and the other boys loved the real beds instead of the dry crinkling leaves.
Ralph was in a group with Samneric, Maurice, Robert, Wilfred, Stanley, and to his disappointment, Jack. Jack was the only downside of their journey back to England. He had chilled out a little bit after burning down the island almost killing Ralph. His hunters, which were his choir again, still respected him, but respected Ralph even more. All the boys except Jack looked up to Ralph, even those in the other group. Ralph felt like he had control of the group, and he was happy about it.
Over the last two days they had slept, ate, and bathed so that they were almost back to their full health, and close to their original appearance. But they still had their scars from the jungle, and their skin was the darkest thing on the vessel. The sailors were nice to them, by not forcing them to do any of the work yet, and they let them take walks and wander around the ship. Once, the captain let them into his quarters, just so they could have a larger experience of life on a ship. In return, the boys did what the officers told them to do such as getting off the deck, or quieting down when walking around.
Ralph and Samneric were taking a walk on the deck to see the ocean. Suddenly, the ship hit a large rock protruding from the sea. With their speed, the impact was larger than a car running into a bus.
“What was that?” asked Ralph
“I don’t know,” replied the twins at the same time.
A flashing red light appeared and there was a siren wailing throughout the ship. Sailors ran around the ship, obeying orders from the megaphones, placed near the ceiling, around the boat.
“Sounds like they want us back in our cabins Ralph,” said Sam
“I agree,” said Eric
The three of them hurried to the stairs and ran back to their cabin. It was even busier in the narrow corridors of the ship. In front to them, there was a sailor who had tripped over the bump that Ralph couldn’t figure out was there. The sailor was struggling to get up and not get run over by others passing by, at the same time. It didn’t help that one of the higher ranking officers was yelling at him to get up. Ralph and Samneric tried to rush past the complications without getting in the way, but they were pushed up against the wall. They finally got back to their cabin. All the boys watched them stagger through the opening to the room, and asking questions at the same time. They were all there except for Jack.
“Where’s Jack?” asked Maurice. “We thought he was with you.”
“Who cares,” replied Ralph. But Ralph didn’t include his next statement which was ‘Good riddance.’
At that moment, Jack stumbled through the door, looking like he was trampled by a herd of elephants. His hair was a mess and he fell panting into his cot.
“Oh, there you are Jack,” said Maurice. “We were wondering if you had to go to some other spot on the boat, due to the emergency.”
“Nope. I was taking a walk down toward the galley to see if I could get a hint at what was for dinner. Then I heard the alarm, and an officer told me to come back here. I had to fight against the direction of the rushing sailors, and tripped over one the concrete bumps. By the way, does anybody know why those are there in the first place?”
“They’re so that water stays contained in one area if the boat was sinking, I think,” said Wilfred.
They were silent as another announcement over the speakers addressed everyone on the boat. It was something that chilled their bones, and something that no sailor ever wanted to hear.
“Did the captain say ‘Abandon ship,’” asked Robert.
“That’s what I heard,” replied Ralph.
They were silent again as the message repeated itself. They all burst out of the cabin and rushed to the deck as they were instructed to do on the first day. Sailors were jumping over board; swimming to land that was in eyesight. Officers were loading supplies into rowboats, and dropping them down into the water.
“We must have hit some rock that tore apart the hull,” remarked Wilfred, once again showing his boating knowledge.
“Well I guess we should follow along,” said Ralph.
He ran to the nearest rowboat that was about to go down, the others following him. He asked the officer commanding the boat if they could all fit in that boat. The officer indicated that they could get into the next one, as the siren wailed once again. It was another ten minutes until Ralph, Samneric, Robert, Wilfred, Jack, Maurice, and Stanley were in the boat and lowered down into the water. Their communication skills lacking, they didn’t manage to get very far with their oars out of sync. Once they got down the rhythm, the eight of them didn’t make that bad of a team. By following the direction of the swimmers and boaters, they knew where to go. Some of the sailors they passed were almost drowning, too exhausted to go much farther. Ralph wanted to pick some of them up, but Jack pointed out that the rowboat was already as crammed as it was.
They finally reached the small island, with only about thirty of the other sailors there. Most of the supplies made it, but not many of the swimmers did. There were only two more supply boats that made it, and then there were no more. The captain of the ship was already there, and started to give a speech that he was in charge, and they would figure out a way to get off the island. The boys went into a corner. The boys from the other cabin died in the emergency.
“It seems like we’re about to repeat our last three months,” said Ralph.
“I suppose so,” replied Jack
“Oh no!” yelled Samneric in unison. “Not again!”
This time now with more experience, the boys knew what to do. But this time it would also be a different experience. There were now grownups on the island, and to the boys, grownups new how to maintain peace and order, and they just knew things that kids didn’t. This pleased all the boys except for Ralph and Jack, who were still fighting for power. Also with the grownups, came their hand guns, which could be used in more than one way. The captain was now talking about him as the leader, and then multiple sub divisions where there would be another leader of a group that reported to him.
The boys were assigned a group with only the naval officer who had gone onto the island. This pleased Ralph because he knew that the officer didn’t like Jack. Along with the officer in Ralph’s favor, Ralph also thought that he would be able to persuade the officer, into letting him being leader of the boys. The naval officer walked over to the boys where they were now talking among themselves.
“Hey guys. You can call me Jerry for that is my name. The captain has assigned me as your group leader, so I expect all of you to obey orders from me. And I hope you remember that it was me who came to rescue you. If you have any problems, you can talk to me.” The officer finished his speech, and satisfied, walked back over to where the captain was having a meeting with the other leaders. He gave a progress report about everything being well, and the captain said that they had managed to find a radio in one of the supply boats.
“There are a few tasks that shall be assigned on this island,” the captain started to say.
“The first is that we want to be rescued. One group will be in charge of the radio so that we can try and send and receive messages. Another group will be in charge of keeping a signal fire going. And another will be in charge of hunting pig if there are any like the boys said, or gathering food. Is that understood?”
The officers nodded their head in understanding. They reported back to their teams, and things were done around the island. Unlike the boys’ experience, a signal fire was kept, there was order, and nobody got killed. Everything was fine except for the few sailors who had gotten food poisoning and died. This remained for many months.
Jack was not pleased that he was not leader, but was happy that he didn’t have to take care of a tribe. He was also happy that he didn’t have to do as much as he had when they were on their first island, but stilled begged if he could hunt. The captain told him no, and that if he was given a gun to shoot a pig, he would also create other havoc around the island.
The radio started working, and they were eventually found by another ship in the British fleet. After many months of the boys ordeal, they were taken back to see their families. The news about them carried about for almost a year, and then they were forgotten.

Lord of the Flies Chapter 13 intro

For our class, we had to write a chatper 13 of LOTF. The following post is my chapter 13. I hope you enjoy.

Lord of the Flies Final Post #8

Captured and Rescued
Samneric's Journal
I could feel the caked blood on my face from last night's fight. Ralph was blowing the conch to call an assembly. I thought it silly to think that he was blowing it for four boys, but then thought that it probably gave him some pride that he still had something. It was Piggy who wanted to talk to, now blinded since Jack took his glasses. He wanted to go up to the castle gates holding the conch in hand, and tell the savages how they should return his specs. He was delirious when Ralph agreed with him, and Sam and I had nothing better to do. Sam suggested that we painted our faces with the clay and I agreed with him. Ralph said no, and that they painted their faces because they were barbaric. But he did think that it was good that we took spears. We set off along the beach, Ralph in front, then me, and then finally Sam who had Piggy guiding him along the sand. As we reached the gates of the castle, there was a voice from the top asking who goes there. Piggy went to the front of the line holding the conch. He yelled at the top his lungs that he was merely asking for his specs back. The savages came out of the castle to see what was up. When they saw Piggy, they started laughing and pointing at him. Truculently, Piggy held up the conch as if the he thought the old rules still applied here. The crowd died down for a little, and then the noise was back as if there was never a cessation. Jack came out of the jungle with Robert and Maurice behind him, holding a headless pig. When Jack saw Ralph, he walked over and demanded why they were there. Piggy was now on the ground holding onto the rock, hearing Jack coming towards him. Then a fight broke out between Ralph and Jack after amounts of arguing. Neither wanted to go to close to each other, and remained outside of striking distance. Yet they still dared each other to advance to see what they would get. The painted savages cheered on Jack, raising their spears above their head. Then Ralph made a move hitting Jack in the stomach with the blunt end of his spear. Piggy lay on the ground near the edge of the cliff, telling Ralph not to forget about him. Then there was a large crashing type of noise, and a large bolder fell down from the gates of the castle. The rock rumbled and hit Piggy directly. He went flying into the air and out over the ocean, falling 40 feet onto a rock, and died. The tide came over the rock and washed Piggy's body out to sea, and the boulder continued bounding through the forest. Using this distraction, Jack ordered all spears to be thrown at Ralph. All missed but his, which took off some skin by his ribs. Ralph turned and ran into the forest. Jack turned onto us and ordered for us to be tied up. As were tied up, Robert and Maurice took the pig into the castle to be cooked, and Jack retried his spear, coming to us, and threatening Sam and me to join. We couldn't do anything else, and we had to submit to him. We stayed tied up like that for the night, and Jack untied us in the morning. He called a meeting and we sat still, crossed legged in the grass. This seemed a lot more orderly than Ralph's tribe, and we got our faces painted. The meeting consisted of hunting Ralph the next morning, and they we had to communicate was by ululating. We were also to walk in a cordon so that we didn't miss any part of the island. Our first job wasn't until the night time, when we had lookout duty. It was cold and boring up there on top of the rock, and we were ordered not to speak to loudly to each other. Then there was a commotion right below us, and Ralph poked his head up. There was quick conversation as we told him that we were to hunt him in the morning in a straight line. He must have trusted us because he gave us the location of where he was going to hide. Then he heard Roger coming up the stepRoger came up and took over our post.
Jack was threatining us with his spear the wearabout of Ralph. We had broken off from the cordon, and the howling pack continued on their search. We promised Jack that he was in the thicket directly in front of us. We went up to the ledge above it, and pushed rocks off, landing in the thicket. After the second rock terrorizing the bush, a figure emerged from the bush running toward the pig trails. Jack ululated three times signaling that he had found Ralph. The chase was on, and Sam and I were left in the dust. We started off more toward the beach hoping to get out of the way of the frenzy. It wasn't until Ralph happened to run into the clearing where the Lord of the Flies and we just happened to be, when Jack showed up following him. Ralph dived into the thicket, and Jack pulled us back into the hunt, forcing Sam into going to attack Ralph. He stuck his spear in the bush, and was immediately hit back, doubled over clutching his distended stomach in pain. I went over to him immediately, and Ralph made a dash for the beach. We followed, but not with the rest of the savages. Ralph had fallen and landed at the base of a figure. As we got closer I realized that it was a grownup. A grownup had come to rescue us! We were so happy, we flung ourselves on the beach, crying with joy. I could see a ship off the beach, and blinked a couple time to make sure that it wasn't just a diddle of my eyes. But the soldier was still there, waiting for us to come along. This had to be the happiest day of my life!

Lord of the Flies Post 7

Chapters 9&10: Two Deaths
Piggy's Journal
I finally persuaded for Ralph and I to go to Jack's party. Samneric had already gone, and Simon had disappeared somewhere. As we walked over we could see the smoke and smell pig roasting. As we stepped inside the castle that they decided to use as their shelter, we saw Jack in complete makeup with meat on leaves by his feet. Everyone else was eating and talking happily except for the hunters that were roasting the pig on spits. As Jack saw us, I considered hiding behind Ralph, but stayed walking by his side. Jack then told his hunters roasting the pig to give us some. We sat down and ate, and Jack asked if everyone had had enough to eat. All boys were silent, then they started scrambling for more food before it was gone. Then Jack called an attendance to see who wanted to join his tribe. Ralph tried arguing with him that he was chief, and Jack couldn't take his tribe away from him. Jack argued back that he had fed them and given more care that night than Ralph had given their entire time on the island. The argument continued until Robert decided to become a pig and reenact the killing of the sow. Everyone joined in except for me and Ralph. There were jumping around surrounding Robert and chanting their war cry of kill the pig. Then a figure came flying out of the forest, but I couldn't really tell because of my missing one eye. But the figure appeared to have a corpulent, because as it broke into the circle, the boys started chanting beast. They danced around it now switching from pig to beast. Ralph joined in on the outside of the circle so that it didn't look as if he was sticking out. I had to join also because everyone on the island was in the dance except for Simon. As I got farther into the barmy circle, I saw that the figure was actually a skinny boy instead of a large bulky beast. The flurry of teeth and claws made me want to back out, but I didn't want to be the odd one out as it is. The figure was pushed over the cliff, and the circle disappeared to happy talking and a feast. As I walked away, I felt slightly purged knowing that I didn't push it over the cliff to its death. I found Ralph and walked with him back to the shelters. On the way we agreed that the figure was Simon, and were silent for the rest of the night thinking that he was no longer around.
When we got up in the morning, Samneric were attending the fire. Ralph and I were still silent remembering last night. Theologically, Simon would be going to heaven since he was the nicest on the island. We stayed around the fire all day constantly getting more wood to born. None of us wanted to come an illumination of how we could have let the hunter's dance carry us away last night. It wasn't until we were going to sleep when something happened. There was a noise and I assumed it was Ralph. After telling him to stop multiple times, I realized that maybe it was something outside. The shelter nearly collapsed and I had an asthma attack. There was a huge commotion as kick and punches were being used. Then the entire shelter collapsed and so did the fight. I couldn't find my glasses anywhere so I just sat down and listened to the stories of the fight. Sam ended up losing himself in the corner fighting the shelter, and Ralph gave his enemy a couple punches in the face until he got kneed in his jewels. Then Eric said that he had received a couple of huge blows in the face, so gave his foe a strike to a critical spot. I concluded that we hadn't done anything, and Jack and his hunters ended up with my glasses.

Lord of the Flies Post 6

Chapter 8: My Own Tribe
Jack's Journal
I have had enough of Ralph always insulting me and my hunters. So today I decided to do something about it. After our yelling match of his describing me and my hunters as just boys with sticks, I marched off to the platform and blew the conch. I knew that the sound wasn't as good as when Ralph blew it, but it still made noise. I think that some boys noticed and some boys didn't, but they came all the same. Ralph came up to the platform sticking his hand out for the conch. I said that since I called the meeting, I get to lead it. What I told him made him go sit on the log. I started off by reviewing last night's events. Then I told everyone how Ralph was a true coward, and didn't want to go up the mountain. He tried to argue, but then I waved the conch in his face reminding him of his own rule. I put on a display of him not being a good leader, and then running off the platform crying. Ralph tried yelling after me, but I continued running into the forest. It was only a couple minutes after the time I had announced I was starting my own tribe, when Roger and Maurice showed up where I was waiting. I felt a bit like a prefect again, leading my choir. The two boys were silent, not sure if they should say anything. Then Maurice spoke up and said that they slipped away when Ralph and his tribe were making a new fire on the beach. The Robert showed up. Now it was time for my second speech of the day, but just with us real hunters. Samneric had stayed with Ralph and Piggy, so I considered them to no longer being hunters. My first announcement was that we shall first have a hunt to celebrate our branching off. Then we should leave some of out kill for the beast every time we hunt, as an offering, and a hope that it won't hurt us. We started off for pig run with our spears. I lead around into a clearing where pigs and a sow nursing were asleep. I pointed to the sow, and all of my hunters nodded. Our footsteps were silent from all of the practice we had had. We circled and threw our spears. One hit a piglet, and two others, one of them being mine, hit the sow. The piglets and pigs ran off squealing. "After it!!" I shouted. We all ran following it, following its blood trail on the ground. We chased and chased until finally it gave up in a meadow type of place where butterflies were flying around the flowers. With all demure gone, we tackled and jumped on the pig, wrestling with it. I took out my knife and demoniacally started stabbing it. Roger was not on the pile, and I found its throat and cut it. Hot blood was all over my hands, and I held them, the boys laughing. I grabbed Robert, and smeared it all over his face. Then we moved back into the shade, and I paunched the sow's inside spilling over the ground. I ordered for a stick to be sharpened at both ends. Roger handed it to me, and I cut the head of pig off, and stuck it on one end of the sharpened stick. I tried putting the other end into the ground, but found it was rock. I stuck it in a crack in two rocks off to the side. I declared the head a gift for the beast, and then ran away through the forest, Maurice and Robert carrying our kill. We tan to the castle rock, since it would be our new shelter. I then realized we would need fire to cook the pig. I devised a plan that if Roger and I could distract Ralph and Piggy, Maurice and Robert steal a stick from the fire. We painted our bodies, and went to the edge of the forest. As I put my last finger down, we all charged, Maurice and Robert heading towards the fire, Roger and I going to Ralph. I noticed Piggy running off to the platform, and thought that if there was someone more of a coward than Ralph, it would be Piggy. Maurice and Robert ran back toward our castle, making sure the branch was still alight. I went up to Ralph and invited him and his group to a feast, and we had just killed fresh meat. Ralph looked as if my face was tabooed from that side of the beach. It didn't surprise me, and Roger and I ran off after Maurice and Robert when Ralph was still speechless. I guess I will see if accepts my invite later.

Lord of the Flies Post 5

Chapters 6&7: Beast Hunt
Jack's Journal
I was awoken by Samneric in the middle of the night. They were constantly talking and finishing each others sentences, and I finally figured out that they saw the beast. I immediately jumped up and assembled my hunters. Ralph, Simon, and the fatty joined me in seconds. Samneric started telling their story again that the beast was huge and had claws and sharp teeth that followed them through them, and that's how they got all scratched up. A lot of boys seemed confused by looks of the expressions on their faces. We were embroiled, and for once I was kind of glad that Ralph was chief and he had to lead us. I said that we should go right now, but Ralph said that we should eat first and wait for light since the sun was almost up. The twins were still flailing, retelling everyone their story interminably. We retrieved our spears and set out for the woods to eat fruit and go on our hunt. We decided that Piggy should stay with the littluns since he wouldn't be any good, and would just slow us down. When we stopped to eat, Ralph turned to me and asked where on the island I hadn't been so that we could start there. I told him over by a rock formation near the ocean that looked like the castle. We continued on, and I led the group down the beach. As we got to the spot, I realized that I would have to go, and then Ralph volunteered himself since he was chief. He told us to hide and we stood behind a couple trees. He walked up to the castle, spear in hand. As he was about to enter, he looked back, then he turned back and went in. After a couple seconds then wasn't any noise, and I made the decision to go help him in case he was facing the beast. I told my hunters to stay put, and I grabbed my spear and ran after him. Inside, it was an enormous cavern. I immediately saw what we could with it, and making it a fortress. There was even a little trickle of fresh water, but no beast. We climbed up on top of the rock, and the hunters seeing us came and joined us. There was tons of chatter as everyone started talking all at once. The boys were rolling rocks down the cliff into the ocean, and making huge splashes that came almost all the way up the wall. I went to join them, but Ralph stayed back, talking with Simon. We continued to roll rocks until Ralph eventually yelled at us for not being productive. I thought that he was getting to be more upset and more often waxy, the longer we were on the island. He talked about how there wasn't anybody at the fire. He constantly has been making that his obsession also. I led the group back down the beach into the forest, with Ralph trailing behind.
We went to eat some more fruit, and then back to the search. As we were walking on the pig runs, a wild boar comes charging at us. I ran back, and my hunters followed. Ralph looked bewildered and was wondering what was going on. I saw him throw his spear, and it found itself in the boar’s nose. It started squealing and all the boys came out of their hiding places. Ralph was boasting that he had hit the pig. I decided not to congratulate and act as if he hadn’t. But then Maurice spoke up and said that he had seen Ralph spear the pig. Then we started making a circle and Robert ran around acting like a pig. We grabbed hold of Robert’s limbs, and Ralph started chanting to kill him. Then we all started chanting our war cry of kill the pig and bash her in. I noticed also that Ralph had a certain bravado in him, now that he wasn’t all serious. We finally got back on the trail along the cliff, but not all of it was easily traversable. We decided to take the pig runs, but they didn’t go back to the beach, and Ralph seemed happy that they took us to the mountain so that we could light the fire. It was getting dark out, and the boys realized that we were heading towards the beast. We stopped to think, and Ralph decided that we should continue on, but someone should go back through the forest to tell that Piggy that we wouldn’t be back until night. No one wanted to go, but then Simon spoke up and said that he would do it. Before anyone could reply, it already off into the jungle. The rest of us carried on until it was dark. Then some boys wanted to go back to the beach because they were tired. I wanted to go back to, but I decided to challenge Ralph and see if he was scared. He didn’t want to look like a scared little boy so he agreed to go on. Then everyone left except for a figure that I couldn’t recognize. It was Roger which I found out by calling his name. We carried on. We were crawling on our hands and knees through ashes and realized we were at the burn area and the fire place. Ralph stopped and challenged me to see if I was frightened. He forced me going by myself up the rest of the mountain. I went up and left Ralph and Roger down sitting on a stump. As I got to the top, I saw a huge thing bulge where there should’ve been a gap in the rocks. This almost made me scream, but instead I stuck it back down my throat and headed back to where I thought I left Ralph. There were still there, and I shared what I had seen. They we all went up. I pointed at where there should’ve been a gap in the rocks, and Ralph finally saw that I was right and there was something there bulging. Ralph walked closer until he turned around running away, and Roger and I raced to keep up.

Lord of the Flies Post 4

Chapter 5: Assembly
Simon's Journal
Right after our celebration on killing the pig, we had to have a meeting. Ralph called one also saying that he doesn't care how late or dark it is. Everyone could hear the tone in his voice, and new that he was serious. He walked down the mountain, and we all followed him. It was couple before Ralph actually called the shell. He was pacing around on the beach, lost in his thoughts. I was about to go over to him to see if everything was alright, but decided against it incase he got mad at me. Finally the conch was blown and everyone scrambled to the logs. The littluns in the back got we called the twister log, and had to perfectly balanced or they fell off and everything got out of hand. I sat down next to Jack and the hunters. Piggy stood outside of the triangle where everyone was, and listened. When Ralph started, he came over and sat next to me. Ralph was very sincere, and nobody moved. He was the perfect effigy of seriousness of the meeting. He spoke about how we were supposed to put up huts and shelters, and then mentioned that only he and I helped. There was an enormous uproar as the assembly tempestuously shouted that they had helped out also. It was enough for Ralph to blow the whistle, and that was he did. The noise died almost immediately. He pointed out that everyone helped with the first hut, but not with the other two. Then he continued about people doing their business where ever they wanted, instead of the designated area over by the rocks where the tide flushes it out. With this the littluns started laughing and flipped over on the twister log. Decorum was lost as everyone looked at them and laughed. It took another minute for Ralph to get the meeting back into his hands. Jack stood up next to me and asked for the conch, but Ralph said that he wasn't finished yet. "But you've talked and talked," said Jack. Ralph seemed to ignore him, and continued to go on with his speech, Jack's rambling fading away. He got to his part about the beastie, and said that this part was an open discussion. He first proclaimed that there wasn't any beastie, and asked if anybody was going to go against him. Jack added in, breaking the rules since he didn't have the conch, that he had been all around the island and that there was no place for a beastie to live and hide. A littlun stood up to tell his story, and as if it was Piggy's job, he took the conch from Ralph and took it to the littlun and stood by him. The littlun said his name was Percival, and I remembered him to be somewhat of just a whiner, and was a scared of a lot of things. He told about his nightmare and that he fighting plants outside his tent, and when he woke up, he was outside his tent. He looked to toward the forest and saw something moving. Then Percival broke down in a lamentation, and fell down on the grass so that he wasn't visible. Ralph took back the conch and asked if anyone was taking a trip in the middle of the night. I didn't want to stand up, but felt guilty, so I did so any way. Ralph asked what I was doing, and I tried to reply in the most innocent voice, that I was going to my place in jungle. The questions continued, and had the same reply, that is was just my little place in the jungle. It ended in Ralph telling me not to go out at night anymore, and then turned to rest of the assembly, and repeated him self. I sat down with the feeling that I didn't have a complete secret. Now I might have to find a new place.

Lord of the Flies Post 3

Chapter 3/4: No Help and the Killing
Piggy's Journal
Today we finally got around to making another hut. I got out of helping because of my asthma, and the only one making huts were Ralph and Simon. Jack was off hunting, and the other hunters were splashing around in the pool. As I lay on my stomach looking at my reflection in the pool, Jack came down from the mountain asking for water. He was covered in dirt, and looked like he didn't have anything to show for hours of being away. Ralph was getting annoyed and showing it that no one was helping except for Simon, and that all the hunters had been back for an hour playing around. I didn't hear the rest for it was inscrutable from where I was at. They then stormed off, and I tried to keep up with them as they headed for a bath and a swim.
Today as we swam around in the pool. We, as in me, Simon, and Ralph. All the other boys went out somewhere unknown. Then suddenly Ralph jumps out of the pool and claims that he saw a tendril of smoke on the horizon, and the possible shape of a smoke stack. "Smoke! Smoke!" he shouted, blatantly. He kept staring at it. Then finally he turned around and looked at where our smoke was. I looked to and didn't see any. We were all speechless for a moment, and then I spoke up. "I don't suppose we don't have any smoke?" Ralph was rapt, drilling a hole in the sky with his gaze. He then dashed up the hill as fast as he could, not bothering about clothing. Then Simon, and then I, ran up the hill after him. When we got to the top, his naked body was covered in scratched from the creepers on the trail. The fire was dead, and nobody around. After a couple minutes of silence, I heard and saw the group of boys, chanting something. They all held their spears in the air, and chanted something, except for Samneric who were holding something in between them. As they got closer, I could hear them chanting, "Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill the blood!" As they got nearer, they still chanted, and I could see that the object that Samneric held was a pig. When they reached the mountain, Ralph stared them down, and they stopped talking. There was a staring match as gouts fell out of the pig and hit the ground. Then Ralph finally spoke, "You let the fire out," he said malevolently. "You promised you said you would keep it going and then left!" Jack tried to protest that he needed his entire choir to get the pig, and that they could just relight it. That's when Ralph point hit, "There was a ship out there on the horizon. If the fire was going, they would have seen our smoke, and then we would have been saved." I tried to back him up by saying that if Jack wasn't so obsessed with killing, we would have been off the island. This resulted with Jack's fist in my stomach. I doubled over, and he smacked my glasses off my face. Everyone was laughing at me, and I looked for a friend, but there was no balm. I tried to fight back, but I couldn't see anything. Then my specs were pushed back into my hands. As I put them on, I saw that one of the lenses was broken, and it was Simon who gave them to me. Now I could only see through one eye. Jack advanced on me and backed me into a rock. The laughter continued the entire time. Finally Ralph shouted enough, and Jack returned to his choir, bragging to Ralph that he had cut the throat of the pig. I stumbled my way back to Ralph's side, and he ordered that a new fire was to be made. Jack tried to get Ralph to move so that could just relight the old one, but Ralph did nothing. They ended up building one over three yards. Ralph took my specs again, and walked over to the fire. I walked with them in case Jack did anything, but I knew that I couldn't do anything if something did happen. Ralph focused the light, and there was a flame immediately rose. Jack tried to roast the pig several different ways, and resulted in having half cooked, half raw meat. As everyone had a piece, I noticed that I didn't. I was afraid to ask, but did anyway. Jack's response was why should we give you any, if you didn't do anything. There was silence, and Simon gave me his meat. Jack immediately cut a chunk of meat from the pig and threw it at Simon's feet, commanding him to eat. Well, it has been a pretty wild and rough day, and I am going to sleep.