A little while after Jack, Simon, and I explored the island, I called a meeting. As soon as I finished blowing the conch, the entire platform was crowded full of little boys. At this meeting, I confirmed the suspicion that we were all on an uninhabited island and the fact there are no adults to keep us in line. Jack broke in and started rambling on and on about how we would need an army of hunters to catch pigs for us, and then he started talking about how he almost got a pig but it got away too quickly. Jack also stabbed a tree, I think he is starting to scare some of the littleuns. We determined a few rules and regulations to keep everything in order until we get rescued. My father told me once that the Queen has a room full of maps of every island in the world, so surely she has a map to where we are. All of the littleuns say that they’ve seen some sort of “beastie” and they’re afraid of it; I personally do not believe that it is a big deal because they are just children, but it could lead to further problems if they continue to be afraid. I proposed an idea. There is a mountain with a flat ledge on it; if we were to build a fire on the ledge, it could be used as a sort of smoke signal to notify passersby that there are people on this island who need rescued. As soon as I mentioned fire, everybody went absolutely bonkers. They started hooting and hollering like a pack of wild animals and they started sprinting up the mountain before I could even finish my thought. We used Piggy’s glasses to start the fire, but he was being a total whinny baby about it and kept shouting about how he had the right to talk because he had the conch. We then decided a new rule: the conch does not count on the mountain.
