Today our plane crashed on this bloody island, when I left the wreckage of the plane this fat boy started following me around, he kept going on about his astmar and his auntie. His names Piggy, hes more than a tad annoying, but he helped me blow this conch we found to gather up the rest of the boys from the plane, so I guess he's not that bad. When I blew the conch these choir boys came strolling down the beach with their leader Jack. He rubbed me up the wrong way a little, but he seems okay. The group has dubbed me chief over Jack, our first order of business now is to find out if this is actually an island. Simon, Jack and I went out on an adventure to make sure of it, on top of the mountain we decided that it is indeed an island. On our way down the boys and I found a pig stuck in the creepers, Jack seemed prepared to slaughter the pig but he ended up chickening out.
The little'uns are going on about how this isn't a good island; how there's a beastie watching us. This is a good island, its not a bad island. Its a good island. The assembly decided to build a signal fire for the ships that pass by so's we can get rescued, the fire isn't half bad. We also concluded to have 'Hands up' like at school to have order during the meetings. After we left the top of the mountain where the fire is located the fire began to go out of control and spread through the forest burning everything in its path. The little'un that had the mark on his face is gone.
Only Simon and I are working on the huts, Jack and his crowd are going off hunting and doing more harm than help, and the little'uns are crying about a beastie. At least were keeping the fire going, but that Jack and the other big'uns better start helpin us soon or we'll never be rescued.
