Blog 8- Sacrifices

It's insane, but as I think back about these past few weeks, I'm almost glad I'm not there anymore. I mean, it wasn't the way that I wanted to leave the island, but, at least I don't have to worry about those savages anymore. Let me explain what happened that day...

The boys had split up into 2 groups: one led by Jack or the Chief, which had come to be known as the savages, and the one that had existed before, the one led by Ralph.

I left the madness and went into the jungle where I over heard Jack and the boys who decided to join him conversing about killing a pig and leaving some of their catch for the beast so that hopefully it would leave them alone. I watched them kill a sow while hiding behind the tendrils. They sliced off the head and removed the internal organs. Then they took a spear, shoved one end into the ground, stuck the pig’s head on the top for the beast to find, and ran off in a hurry. I was left there staring at a pig’s head on a stick. The blood was trickling down the spear and slowly dripping onto the ground. Then it spoke.

“You are a silly little boy. Just an ignorant, silly little boy.”

I was tremulous. I couldn’t talk.

“Well then you’d better run off and play with the others. They think you’re batty. You don’t want Ralph to think you’re batty, do you? You like Ralph a lot, don’t you? And Piggy, and Jack?”

I couldn’t stop staring at her. The bloody head of a pig, sitting on top of a spear, dripping in blood and talking to me. Incredible.

“What are you doing out here all alone? Aren’t you afraid of me? There isn’t anyone to help you. Only me. And I’m the Beast.”

I was finally able to choke out some words, “Pig’s head on a stick.”

What she said next is hard to remember. I wasn’t thinking clearly. I knew one of my times was coming on; the pig’s head was expanding like a giant balloon.

“I’m warning you. I’m going to get angry. D’you see? You’re not wanted. Understand? We’re going to have fun on this island. Understand? We are going to have fun on this island! So don’t try it on, my poor, misguided boy, or else we shall do you? See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Robert and Bill and Piggy and Ralph. Do you. See?

That was when I lost consciousness. When I woke up and decided to climb the mountain to find the beast. What else was there to do? I crawled a long way through the creepers and between the tree trunks. I finally made it to the top of the mountain where it had been seen by Ralph. What I saw was slouched figure suddenly look up at me. It was covered in flies. As I made my way forward I began to understand. This was the body of a man; a parachutist from the war. He was decomposing slowly and was covered, inside and out, with bugs. The multiple ropes were holding this poor body which should have been decomposing. I took the lines in my hands and freed them from the rocks. I looked down toward the beach and suddenly got very excited to tell Ralph and Jack and the boys that there was not beast! I slowly made my way down.

I kept getting tangled in the creepers and falling down. Eventually I fell so hard that I couldn’t get up. But I could hear boys yelling and screaming so I knew I must be close. The yelling was getting louder so I knew the boys must be doing something and the other boys were being corrupted. I crawled out of the jungle and onto the beach and immediately I was surrounded by a circle of boys with spears and spits and clubs of wood. They began beating me screaming, “Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Do him in!”

They continuously beat me until I stopped moving, and stopped breathing. Then the parachutist slid down the hill onto the beast and they all fled into the jungle.

So that’s how I got to where I am today; just a spirit watching over them, hoping that none of them come across the same fate as I did.