Chapter 4: Painted faces and long Hair

I feel that it is harder to get along with other boys than in England, like Ralph,

he always yells at me. There is also only one balm for lack of nutrients, meat, and

now that I have found some Ralph is made at me.

I feel the littluns are useless. They are more like people that are on the island

to take up space and give the false illusion of having a kind of town on the island. But

really all they do is blatantly play and leave everyone else to work alone.

The littluns spend there time playing around. Some act malevolently to each

other, throwing sand in on another’s eyes, but they are always having fun.

I paint my face so that the pig won’t see me. He doesn’t smell me he sees me.

But my face paint worked and gouts of blood erupted from the pig. Then I slit it’s

throat.

That I will probably lead my hunters to become belligerent. I will probably

lead many other pig kills and fights and I will become a real warrior.

I feel like I can do whatever I want and get away with it. The paint makes me

feel like I am somebody other than Jack, and I live without fear or care when I wear

this paint.

The ship doesn’t see us on the island because I was to busy killing pigs, at

least that’s what piggy said. I got even with him though. I just needed all the hunters

to kill the pig and form a complete circle around the pig. I didn’t mean to let the fire

die.

The fire went out because I needed to hunt and get meat. I needed the whole

group to bring down the pig and if there was anyone left to watch the fire, we

wouldn’t have caught the pig.

I lead the hunters in there chant because I was the one that killed the pig, and

cut her throat. They hunters are singing about what I did.

I like to kill because I want to eat meat. There is not enough nutrition in the

fruit we eat to keep us alive. I also like to lead the hunters since I am not in charge of

the boys.