Lord of the fly’s chapter one: The sound of the shell

Writing from the perspective of: Jack

Title: The expedition

I awoke from the effulgence of the crash and looked around. There was my choir, in black coats and hambone frills, standing all around me some with faces of complete terror others with no expression a all.

“Precentor, are you all right?”

“Fine” I said quickly, “Get in line” I yelled. Within three or so seconds all of the choir boys got into line, just how I had trained them. “We need to see if this is an island” I said mostly to myself, not many of the choir boys really respected me. As a started towards the highest point I could see, I heard I weird noise. “That way” I yelled pointing toward the direction of the noise. I heard it twice more on the way towards the noise, as we approached the noise I could hear murmurs ahead. As we broke out through the canopy of the trees we spotted a large group of boys. I made a quick glance around, one boy was holding a conch, and he must have blown the conch to call us all to gather. There was also a rather plump boy talking to a group of small kids.

To tell the truth I was specious of the whole group would they take away my glory?

I told the whole group of my idea and me, Ralph, and Simon set out to find if this was an island.

On the way back we found a small piglet, I ran over knife poised, and was about to kill it but hesitated for just a moment, if one quick blow I could take a life, no matter how significant. I regretted later when I was hungry.