My name is Eric, and I am stranded on a deserted island. Some other boys, including my twin brother Sam, and I were being evacuated from England when our airplane crashed. We swam to this island and are trying to survive. There are no adults.

Wednesday, April 29, 1970

Post 7


Boys have been sneaking off to join Jack all day.  Now there is only Sam, Piggy, Ralph, Bill, some littluns, and me.  Simon has even gone off somewhere.  Ralph is trying to figure out how to keep the fire going for our rescue.  I am beginning to worry.

Tuesday, April 28, 1970

Post 6


Sam and I were on fire duty last night.  We kept putting wood on the fire.  After a few hours, however that tall mountain started getting cold and we were getting sleepy.  We must have dozed off because the next thing I knew, it was almost morning.  I woke up Sam, and we saw that the fire was almost out.  We managed to ignite the smoldering ash and got the fire burning again.  As we were celebrating our solution, I noticed something on the other side of a rock.  I poked Eric and looked closer.  The beast was on the other side of the rock.

We ran down the mountain and woke Jack.  We told him what we saw, and he called an assembly.  They decided to hunt the beast.  We climbed back up the mountain as a large group.  When we were almost to where we saw the beast, we stayed behind while Jack, Ralph, and Roger went to see the beast.  They saw it too.  We ran back in a panic and had another assembly, except this one was called by Jack.  Ralph and Jack began to argue.  Then Jack announced he was breaking off and forming his own tribe.