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.

Tuesday, May 5, 1970

Post 10


 We are about to hunt Ralph.  After Jack forced us to join his tribe, we ate dinner and danced the war dance.  They put Sam and me in charge of keeping a lookout through the night.  After about an hour on duty, Sam and I heard someone call our names.  Ralph climbed onto the side of the cliff from out of nowhere and began talking to us.  Sam and I told Ralph that he would be hunted tomorrow and warned him of Roger’s stick sharpened at both ends.  He told us he was going to hide in the thicket at the bottom of the cliff.  Roger was coming to check on us, so Ralph left.  Roger must have heard us talking to Ralph because when he arrived he was angry and asked who we were talking to.  We insisted we were talking to ourselves, but Roger began yelling and hitting us with his spear.  He turned the sharpened end at Sam and threatened to stab him if he did not tell him who we were talking to.  Sam caved.  He told him where Ralph was hiding and even offered to take him there.  Roger left, taking Sam with him.

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