LOTF Ch. 4 Painted faces and long hair viewpoint: Simon

We missed our ship, but at least there is pepperoni!

I feel awful today. A ship came, and we missed it. It hurts to think that we actually had a chance to be rescued, to get off this island. I don't think it was any one person's fault. The little ones don't understand, and they take comfort in each other anyway. We were all on the beach. Jack had gone off hunting, again. Suddenly Ralph saw something on the horizon. It was a ship! I was full of excitement, we were going to be rescued! But as I looked at the smoke coming from the ship, then to Ralph, then up at our fire, I noticed there wasn't any smoke. Was it out? Ralph took off running up the mountain to the signal fire. He tore through the undergrowth malevolently. But then I realized, if the fire was out, how would we start it? I yelled after him, telling him we would need Piggy's glasses. We looked for Piggy, barely visible on the beach far behind us. Ralph looked like he was in pain. The swarthiness of his face looked pale. I understood his problem, should he run back to Piggy, and get his glasses, but what if the ship disappeared? Or should he run to the fire, quicker, but chancing that it was out? He finally broke his stillness and blatantly charged forward. When we got to the fire, we could immediately see that it was dead. No one was insight, and the ship disappeared.
As we stood in silence, Ralph fumed with anger. He spotted the watchers. They came in a line, chanting and carrying something, Jack leading. They had killed a pig! It was a bloody mess, with gouts of blood dropping on the ground, but Jacks belligerence had paid off. Jack had no idea what had happened. He was full of excitement and proud of himself. As he spoke, Ralph was a stone. He didn't move. Ralph finally pointed at the horizon, and yelled "There was a ship!" He exploded at Jack. He yelled about keeping the fire going, his obsession with killing a pig. Then Piggy started whining. Jack had had enough, and he punched him. He looked embarrassed. Piggy's glasses flew off, and I ran and got them. I felt bad for him. No one stood up for Piggy. The Jack apologized. Which was surprising, coming from Jack. Ralph did not want to accept it, which I agree with him. He ordered then to build the fire. When the pile was built, Ralph got Piggy's glasses and lit the fire. We ended up roasting the pig in pieces. Jack didn't give Piggy any on purpose. Claiming that Piggy didn't hunt. But neither did I, or Ralph. So I gave mine to Piggy. I felt bad for him. Then Jack threw meat at me, shouting for me to eat it. He yelled and shouted, then began telling the story of how he caught the pig. Then Ralph said he was calling a meeting even if it went on into the night. I knew this would scare the little ones, with them having nightmares about the beastie. I knew it would be a long night.