Blog 14- revision of "Blog 7-up the mountain."

"Stop! Ow!" Roberts’s snivels made me want to hurt him even more. When all the boys were attacking him, he became infuriated.

I pictured a pig, fat and juicy. Although Jacks actions seemed a little harsh, he was doing them, so I could too. Right? Everything was so confusing. I didn't want to look like an outsider, so I pushed my way through the crowd and began to chant with them.

"Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!"

I am so glad that I'm not Robert, I thought to myself as the fight died down. I want to kill a real pig, not Robert, or someone dressed up in a pig suit. I want meat; just thinking about it makes my mouth water. My desire to kill overcame me. The thought of blood spilling out of an open wound is all I could think about.

We continued up the mountain, passing by the ocean and flowers and dodging coverts in the soft earth. After a long walk we stumbled across a cliff that we missed before. A discussion about Piggy started. All the boys choose to go back to the beach with him, except for Jack and Ralph. I stood there blunderingly, waiting to be seen.

The walk up the mountain seemed infinite. We didn't talk the whole way up the mountain. But we were all thinking about the same thing. The beast. Would it kill us? Is it even really there? I secretly wished that I went with the other boys to the beach, which was the sagely idea.

I knew Jack would be uncompromising, and make sure we killed the beast. I heard a noise above me, Ralph who was sitting next to me heard it also. It was Jack, "I saw a thing on top," he said frightened. "It bulged."

Ralph shook his head, "That's impossible, you must have imagined it."

At first I agreed with Ralph, but then I saw it myself. I thought it might be a giant frog or toad. Ralph convinced us to go and look.

We staggered up the dark mountain. Although it was night it was still warm. I shivered anyways. We got down on our hands and knees as we got closer, so not to wake him. Ashes from the fire blew in our faces making it even harder to see.

The moonlight hit what looked to be a great ape. It was sleeping with his head between his knees. A loud wind rushed through the forest leaves and the giant creature awoke. It stared at us with its beady eyes.

I ran, through the smoky ashes, down the mountain and on to the reassuring beach.

Opening statement

Opening Statements

There was lack of justice and order during the boys struggle to survive on the island. Two deaths of young innocent boys took place and we want to make certain that the boy responsible for these unfortunate deaths, face the consequenses.

Today, we will show you why and how Jack Merridrew is ultimatley responsible for these murders. After the boys plane crashed, leaving then deserted on an uncharted island. Ralph was democratically appointed leader, however Jack was given responsibility of head hunter. Ralph tried to establish an organized society, but had difficulty due to Jacks savage attitude. Simon and Piggy had a stong alliance with Ralph. Simons murder took place at a feast held by Jack, thinking that Simon was the mysterios beast, the boys attacked him on Jacks orders. They could have stopped attaking, innocent Simon, but couldn't resist feasting on his flesh.

Piggys death was caused by Roger pushing a boulder off the edge of Castle Rock. However, we know that Roger was under the complete control and instruction of Jack Merridrew. Jack gave in to fear, therefor so did his followers Jacks controlling nature influenced the boys in major ways.

Blog 13- revision of "Blog 8-KILL THE simon?"

Grey sky trickled down into the broken sea. Where the two of them met, was hard to determine. My body drifted with the on-going waves. Thunder cracked and popped with every flash of bright lightning. The place I had recently called home slowly drifted farther and father away from me. Below me the earth’s peaceful underwater creatures made their own societies and colonies. Forming together, and breaking apart, finding friends and foes, and figuring ways to escape the water’s frightful beasts. Soon my body would become a home or food for one of those creatures. I was glad that I was able to sacrifice myself for them. Just like how the pig sacrificed her life for the other boys and me.

Some say, when you die, your life flashes before you. Not for me. My life, more, unrolled itself in my head. I remembered all the way back to when I was with my mother and father. Their faces, which had blurred in my mind during my time on the island, were crystal clear. I remember hugging them, their warmth seemed to wrap around me as I slowly reached the white light. I remembered my dog’s playful bark and the way we used to run through the snow, like a pack of huskies; The deep blue sky surrounding us; millions of small lights brightening our open playground. Then came the crash. The big, powerful plane jolted and ran among those very stars I once gazed upon. Turning them into a great blob of colors and fear. I remember the scream that couldn’t come out of my mouth as the ocean got closer and closer to me. I knew I was going to die, right then and there. And for some reason, I was okay with it. I let the water swallow me; I let nature take me back to its depths. I remembered the voice that told me to keep swimming. It told me not to fear the island, but I shouldn’t have listened to it. Obviously, I was supposed to end up in the ocean. I just should have let it take me, instead of joining the corrupt society that waited for me.

The island images came with the movie as well. I remembered that first hike up the mountain, that Jack, Ralph and I made. I had no idea then what fights would fall between them. I remembered my secret place in the jungle; the butterflies that fluttered through the light blue sky and the sweet aromas of wild flowers. Then the blackened pig’s head rushed through my memory. I should have listened to her advise and not gone back to the beach. I should have been afraid and not tried to act mighty and powerful. The hunters’ unkind, perverted words and actions filled my mind, making me want to puke. Then I thought of, when I did puke, way up on the mountain. The smell of the poor parachutists rotting body came once again. I remember my joy of figuring out the real story behind the bulging beast. All I could think of was telling the others. The thought of the pigs warning didn’t even cross my mind. As I stumbled down the mountain, my mind was steadfast, on telling the other boys about the“beast”. I thought of how happy they would be, to hear the good news. I walked tremulously over there, in the pouring rain, which made it almost impossible. As I got closer I could hear Jack’s cruel game of kill the pig; their chants, rising over the sound of the storm. I never thought I would become the center of their chants. But as I crept out of the dark forest, the noises of the overhead storm and chanting boys overruled my good news. Suddenly my skin was tearing. The weight of what I thought to be my friends, or acquaintances, pushed down on my frail, weak bones. Pushing me deeper and deeper into the sand. Their chants got louder and filled with pride. I could feel my warm, thick blood spilling out onto the sand. Dyeing it a deep red.

My last sight was the parachutist, flying out to sea, to join me in our watery, secretive grave.

Prosecution-Questions for the witnesses

Ralph:

1. How did your relationship with Jack change over the course of your time on the island?




2. What was Jack's role on the island?




3. Was his role his main focus on the island, or did he contribute to the other jobs on the island?





4. Can you describe Jack's actions as a hunter?




5. How did Jack influence the other boys in terms of hunting?




6. How did Jack treat the boys on the island?




7. Was there anyone who he particularly picked on?



8.Can you give an example?



9. Do you think this lead up to the death of piggy?

Piggy's Auntie:

1. Tell us about Piggy, what was his personality like?

1. Did he do well in school, was he a logical thinker?

2. Did he get in trouble much, with you or the school?



3. Honestly, was he a follower or a leader?



4. Did he have any medical conditions?




5. Do you think that these atributes could have affected him on the island?




6. You said that Piggy had social problems, when he was back at home, did the other school boys tease him?




7. So, do you think this probably happened on the island as well?




8. Do you think it could have happened so bad, that the other boys felt it was right to kill him?

Naval Officer-

1. Why did you decide to go to the island in the first place?



2.When you first arrived on the island, what seemed to be going on?



3.Did anyone take responsibility for the events that occurred on the island?



4. What were the other boys doing while you talked to Ralph?



5. Did you talk to anyone besides Ralph?



6. What did you talk about?



7. How many boys did there appear to be?

8. How many of them seemed to be in Jack's tribe? (wearing war paint)

9. What assumption did you make when you saw the boys on the beach with scars and spears?

Samneric-

1.What was your relationship with Piggy and Simon?

2.How did Jack treat you?



3.Were you at all involved with the death of Simon and can you explain what happened that night?



4.Were you ever attacked or injured by Jack and his hunters?

5. Can you describe when Jack stole Piggys glasses?

6.Can you describe what happened when and after Jack took you hostage?

7.Was Jack ever controlling towards you and the other boys?



8.What were Roger,Maurice and Robert like?

9.Can you explain how Piggy was killed?

10. What was happening right before the naval officer came?

Blog 11- Bad British Boys

The heat of the ululating fire reached me as I walked father up the shore. The roar of the fire and the ship mixed made it hard to hear my own thoughts. Where were the people? Are they dangerous? I heard a running noise coming from the jungle and held my gun out in front of me, unsure of what was on it's way to the beach. A boy, who was visually unappealing came stumbling out. He collapsed in the sand and didn't notice me at first. When he did, he cowered so I put my gun down. He was covered in deep wounds and dirt. His hair was almost in dreadlocks and you could hardly tell the true color of his skin through the grime. A large group of other boys came weezing out of the burning jungle. The first thought than ran through my head was if there were any adults with them. I was surprised to hear there wasn't. All of the other boys were holding spears, and seemed less cut up then the first boy.

" Are you having some kind of war?" I asked.

"Yes." The first boy answered.

I was surprised to hear this because they were so young. I could tell they had been on the Island for a long time. But for such young British boys to have a war, and burn the entire island, seemed insane. All of a sudden the first boy began to cry. His cry became contagious, and soon all the other boys were weeping as well. I wanted to hug all of them so badly, and tell them it was going to be okay. But instead I turned away, because I wasn't sure that everything was going to be okay after all.

Once they were done, we heaved ourselves on to the ship. I could visualize what the other soldiers would think when they saw this group of messy boys. I would need the leader to elaborate on his story of what happened, so I could tell the other men.

Blog 10- Joust at the Castle

"Sam?"

"Yeah, Eric?"

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah, and you?"

"I got punched in the face pretty bad. I'm bleeding a lot. What did they want from us?"

"I don't know-"

"-The conch?"

"No, they came for my specs."

"What are we going do? Piggy's glasses were stolen, Eric's face is a bloody mess and now, we don't, we don't have a fire."

We thought about what to do.

"We should go-"

"-And attack." We offered.

"That's a good idea." Ralph agreed,"We should bring spears, and take back Piggy's specs." We noticed that he paused, afraid of what we all know happened at the feast."We'll go, now." He said finally making up his mind.


The walk over there was intense. The small amount of rock to walk on, made it hard. Especially because we had to maneuver Piggy with us. As we got closer our fear grew and swelled up inside us. We were scared that what happened to Simon might happen to us also.


We made it to castle rock. They had formed a gate to their cave. They seemed so mighty and brave up there on that high look out. We shivered in fear as Ralph began to talk.

"Were is Jack?"

The other boys talked among themselves, deciding what to say to us outsiders. "He's out hunting, we can't let you in. Chiefs orders. What do you want anyways?"


"We've come to talk about the fire. And to get Piggy's specs back." Ralph said calmly.


Suddenly we heard footsteps and talking behind us. We sprinted behind Ralph and held onto each other in fear. We wondered why we had ever offered to come here in the first place.


"What do you want?" Jacks voice boomed. Piggy whined about being left sitting alone and blind. We felt for him because we wouldn't want to be in his situation.


Ralph started calling Jack a thief and then it all went down hill from there. They started fighting with spears. There was a great mix of blood and fear in the air. Making it a horrible scene. We stayed together. Not helping, but not hurting either. It was easier to just stay on the outside and hopefully not need to be involved.


Their fight kept going and going stabbing and jabbing each other. Yelling rude comments. In the background Jack's boys were cheering for Jack and the death of Ralph.


Piggy, who was still cradling the conch. Stood up and waved the conch in the air. "Let me talk! I've got the conch!" At that moment we new that something bad was going to happen.

First we heard it. Then we saw it. A giant rock cascading through the air. In a dead straight line towards Piggy. It was over before it had even begun. Piggy was with Simon. Out, dead, gone. The sight of his brains splattered over the rock made us gag. Yet it didn't even effect Jack and the other boys. We felt so responsible. We offered to come. And we didn't yell or do anything to warn Piggy about the death rock.

Jack's group surrounded us, to conquer was their goal.

"Tie samneric up." Jack ordered Roger. All the boys huddled around us. Our bodies hot and sweaty from the struggle. We were sitting there like fools. Jack went over to Ralph and slit him in the stomach.

He ran. He left us. It felt like my stomach dropped to the floor. How could our leader desert us like that? For a second I wondered if I should join Jack's tribe. But then we decided against it. Unless he forced us. Could he do that? We scooted closer together, as a promise that we would stick together no matter what happened.

Blog 9-Dear Auntie

Dear Auntie,

I'm so scared. So much has happened, that shouldn't have. Two boys have already died while we've been on the island. I could have stopped both of them also. First a littlun burned in the fire that I watched burn the whole side of the mountain. Then, the other night, one of the bigguns, was murdered. Jack and his hunters actually murdered him. I've been trying not to believe it, but it happened right before me. Even with my one eye, I could see exactly what was going on. Just the thought of it makes me shudder.

I remember the hunters awkward, gesticulate performance. Every stomp they made sent water flying. The rain seemed to be doing the dance with them. Thundering after every evil chant and dropping rain making clapping noises to go with theirs. I remember just being glad that I wasn't the center of attention.

When Simon crawled out of the forest, I thought he was the beast also. At first I was glad Jack was there to protect Ralph and I. But then I heard Simon's cries. Something about the beast on the mountain.

All at once, they smothered him. Jumping and ripping. The screams and shrieks filled my ears and my feet were glued to the ground. I wanted to help, I really did. I didn't want to admit to anyone, but I was scared. Ralph said he wasn't, but I'm sure he was. Jack has always scared me. But now I've seen what he can do and thats what scares me the most. I don't think the awful scene will ever leave my mind.

If that wasn't enough Jack came to our camp last night, and stole my specks. I cant see a thing.

We were all sleeping. I heard a rustle outside our hut, I thought it was the beast. It called my name. Ralph had to stifle my cries so they wouldn't know where we were. They found us though. They fight was brutal. I thought for sure they would kill us and take the conch. Why didn't they want the conch? Eric had blood al over his face. And Ralph was in a lot of pain also. And I can't see a thing! It was only today when the sun came up, and cast a phosphorescent glow on the ocean that I could see anything. I don't know how we'll ever make a signal fire without my specks, or me being able to see.

I hope that i'll see you soon. Love you,
Piggy