How can a lively leader like myself feel the savagery of the island. The losses of life I had seen were just too loose for my own eyes. The disgrace and shame is too much to bear. The hunting, the fighting, the killing, the heinous fire they spread among the island, the evil invading the group, the smashing of poor Piggy’s glasses, literally everything they did, it was just too much horror for someone like me.
And who would have guessed that Jack and his entire group had put us through this misery. If it weren’t for them ruining the fun and losing our chances at survival, me and all the rest would not have felt like this, and we would have never worried about anything. Thankfully, Jack and the rest are getting what they should deserve for killing two good people who did nothing wrong in the first place.
What was wrong with Jack and his malicious temper? Didn’t he also care for his family and his friends too? Didn’t he want to be saved from the island that made him who he was, a bloody idiot? Didn’t he feel like all the things he did was wrong? It was wrong of him to leave our community, because he was important to us as well for many different reasons.
The conch. The conch was the power to speak in any important meeting we decided on, the conch was the sign of approval to make arrangements, the conch was the symbol of our civility and our chance at order. But Jack, he ignored the rules, and even after I had said “We’ve got to have rules and obey them. After all, we’re not savages. We’re English, and English are the best at everything”, which at that time we were, but Jack didn’t listen and carried out his own path, and destroyed the conch in the process, too.
Looking back and seeing that island, well, it was a good time, for a start, but then things turned crazy so suddenly. Everybody was really scared, it just like Jack said “The thing is – fear can’t hurt you any more than a dream”, which helped, but it only made things worse and soon, it was completely chaotic.
And now I think even more about the death of Piggy and Simon and the cruelty that they had suffered when many people had joined Jack’s side. It was extremely painful not only to them, but also to me, and what was worse was the fact that this was not the British people we were being. It was when I had said “What are we? Humans? Or animals? Or savages?”, well, all of us had turned out to be savages which means we weren’t ourselves, and that wasn’t OK. And it was definitely not OK when they tried to turn on me, their own chief.
The beast, well, was just us all along. The adult’s body wasn’t to do with the beast, which I guess Simon knew about, so killing him kept us in a circle of lies and false things. But the thankful thing is now, I’m alive, but I won’t forget the people I saw here, no matter their personality, because a new experience is always something special. But I never want to be on a deserted island ever again, because this experience is the worst one I have ever faced.