LOTF Ch. 3 Fire on the Mountain viewpoint: Jack

Pigs are my Enemy

I hate pigs. They are the most annoying creatures on the face of this planet. I keep telling myself I have to catch one. That I can catch one. I have a compulsion to kill one. It seems impossible though. Today another one got away again. I was so close! The hunting trip was full of vicissitudes. First my hunting party got tired, so I sent them back. But who needs tiny kids anyway? So I was alone and tracking a pig. When I finally caught up to it in the opaque jungle forest, I threw my spear, but it missed. I was so frustrated. I still am. I'm not leaving this stupid island till I catch and kill a pig. I don't care if a rescue ship comes right now, I'll tell them to pick me up later. When I got back to everybody, Ralph and Simon were building shelters. Ralph didn't seem in the least bit contrite about my unsuccessful trip. They were completely rapt with the shelters that they didn't even notice when I came up to them. They started talking about how the little ones thought the beastie was real. Ralph said they had nightmares. Then he got mad at me when I came up with this great idea on where those pigs stayed when it was hot. We were really mad at each other for a while. But what can you do when you're on a deserted island with no one else but yourselves? So we made up and we're ok now. But the beastie... I sometimes feel like I'm being watched when I hunt. Like I'm the one being hunted... creepy.