Discovery in the jungle

As the sun rose from its bed, most of the boys were awake apart from Piggy. As the older boys discussed what they were going to do that day, the littleuns were looking for fruit in the forest. Luke was about 7 years old and had black hair. He was one of the older littleuns and he was not scared to go further in the jungle. His eyes were a light blue. He was popular around his group and most littleuns liked him.

The littleuns were walking around in groups like a group of excited monkeys, jumping around, playing but also they were looking for fruits. As they were walking through the jungle, Luke spotted something. While the group went towards fruit trees Luke went in the opposite direction, he has seen a metallic object lying beneath a small pile of leaves, it seemed to be hidden, he slowly reach for the pile and slowly, unsurely began to remove the leaves one by one. At that point Luke seemed like he had found a toy. His face was bright and he was smiling. He seemed amazed about what he had found.

“ Johnny, come here look what I have found,” shouted Luke with excitement. While he had called for Johnny the entire group of Littleuns came to see what was going on.

“ It’s a gun,” said Percival bewildered. Luke started to run for the beech to show all the older boys what he had found. His little feet made very small footprints in sand as he ran up to Ralph. At first Ralph ignored him until he saw what was in Luke’s hands

“ Wow, it’s a gun,” Ralph said in disbelief. His childish side came about as he began to jump around excitedly. “It’s a real gun” he said again. As he began to recover after the moment of excitement, he slowly began to realise about where this was all going to end up. “There must be someone else on the Island as none of the boys could have a gun,” he said to himself because if he said it out loud the young ones would have become terrified.

Ralph walked slowly towards Jack with a worrying face, as he walked he looked at the gun and then thought, he thought about who the person or people could be on the island. He thought about what change this could bring to the way the group of boys were lead. Ralph did not know what to expect in the near future and this frightened him. This gun, he thought, would at first be a sign of civilisation, remembrance of the England, of the civilized world. It would keep them from going insane, but as time would pass, they would use it as a sign of power.

As Ralph walked, Jack was deciding what next to do. As he saw Ralph walking up to him, he suddenly saw the object in his hand. Overwhelmed with excitement, Jack ran towards Ralph and quickly stopped Ralph.

“It’s a gun!” Jack shouted, as he slowly returned to reality and realised what was happening. He suddenly realised what he could achieve with the weapon. “ We could kill pigs and hunt a lot easier now, we can have meat everyday now.”

“Wait Jack, we need to check how many bullets there are, my daddy says that you can have a certain ...

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“Wait Jack, we need to check how many bullets there are, my daddy says that you can have a certain amount of bullets and they do run out.” He said with a great deal of pride. As they observed the gun, they looked for some sort of opening to where the bullets go in. The gun was a metallic black, it was slowly rusting. As they searched, Ralph found a small button, he slowly pressed it and the magazine fell out, it was loaded with 6 bullets. “My daddy says that they calls these rounds,” Ralph said, showing his knowledge.

While Ralph was speaking, Jack was aiming with the gun, he aimed it at a tree and slowly he pulled the trigger back.

“BANG!!” The bullet went straight through the tree, the sound echoed throughout the jungle. Afterwards after everyone had recovered from the shock, the very smaller children ages 6 below began to cry, they cried for their Mums, they cried for their beds and they cried for home. The older littleuns tried to comfort them but it was no use, they had to cry, to remember about other things apart from the island.

A minute or two afterwards Piggy ran towards Ralph and Jack, he was sweating after a short run and he wanted to know what had just happened.

“Fatty, your sweating like a pig,” laughed Jack. Ralph laughed as well but Piggy was not amused.

“Anyway…what was that noise?” Piggy said, trying to forget about the last comment.

“It was the gun,” said Ralph, “the littleun over there found it,” pointed Ralph towards Luke.

Later that day, Jack and his hunters put on their face paint. The masks were back on, as the children turned into savages, they began to dance and chant like tribal boys. As they all danced around Jack, he was holding the gun in the air, like a sign of power and strength. They danced and shouted their way into the forest. Simon watched them, he was scared of them and knew that something wrong was going to happen with that gun. He was a quiet boy, always keeping to himself unless he needed something.

In the forest there was only silence, the boys slowly crept along the forest floor, minding not to stand on dry leaves to make noise. Jack was leading the group as they kept a look out for pigs. Jack, once again had the mad look in his eyes, when he hunted, he turned into something else. Jack the child was no longer part of him at that moment.

Roger signalled Jack telling him that there was a pig on the left. Jack slowly pulled the gun out of his black, leather belt, careful not to make any noise that would aware the pig of their presence. He took aim.

“BANG!!” The pig went down. The hunters started cheering,

“Shoot the pig, cut its throat, shoot the pig, cut its throat”

The chant was terrifying. It echoed around the jungle just like the gun shot did. Jack ran up to the pig and slowly, he cut the pigs throat, grinning but twitching the same time at the sight of blood and pig guts.

The ran to where the others were chanting their chant. Jack was smiling proud at the front with the gun in one hand and a knife in the other hand. The rest were told to gather fruit by Ralph and they were to hold a great feast. Ralph did not realise but had completely forgotten about what he was thinking earlier, with the gun came good things and bad things, one of the bad things was other people on the island. The feast was held up at the mountain near the main fire as everyone sat round it. They ate and forgot about the bad times and focused on eating and having fun. The pork was very nicely cooked and everyone had some. Afterwards, the hunters showed everyone their dance and faces. As they chanted, Simon was shivering, he did not like the hunters, their faces, there was something about their faces and how they were painted. They were terrifying. Most of the littleuns were a sleep in the shelters down at the beach and so slowly, one by one so did the bigger ones. The dancing and chanting calmed down, the hunters and Jack washed their painted faces and returned to reality and survival on the island.

That night was Ralph’s worst night, he dreamt something horrible, something too realistic, it seemed too true. He dreamt that while they were asleep, the beastie had come for him. It did not seem right, because he had never believed in it from the start. He suddenly woke up, feeling cold but he was sweating. He got back into his shelter and tried to sleep. It was no use he could not. The thoughts were clouding up his mind.

As the sun rose from its bed, everyone awoke. Once again like usual, the littleuns went off into the jungle looking for fruit. While the biguns apart from, Ralph were asleep. Ralph was thinking, he was thinking about the gun, then he suddenly remembered. If there is a gun on the island, then there must be people on the island. He ran towards Jack and shaked him rapidly.

“Jack wake up I got something to tell you!” He shouted. Jack slowly got up, looking very tired after yesterdays triumphs and dancing.

“What do you want?” said Jack, seeming very dazed

“Listen, if none of the boys brought the gun,” he said quickly, “ then someone else must be on the island!”

“Hmm..maybe or maybe its been here for sometime and the people have left the island,” he said, “I really don’t think someone is on this island, we have already checked.”

“Yes,” Ralph replied, “ maybe you are right.”

As Jack and Ralph were talking, Roger slowly, creped up and took the gun. An evil look was in his eyes, he like the feeling of having the gun, it made him feel powerful and strong. He wanted to try out this gun, he wanted to take it one step further than anyone else, and he wanted to try it out on a person.

He looked around and spotted Percival playing with the sand, making sandcastles. Rodger did not like Percival very much and wanted to get rid of the whining little boy. He gently walked towards Percival, but the way he walked was not of a good nature, it was like a bad and devilish one. He was standing about 10 metres away from him. Simon was walking around, smelling flowers when he caught sight of Roger walking towards Percival with the gun in his hands. He immediately thought of what Roger was going to do, he began to run. Roger slowly aimed at Percivals head, smiled and began pulling the trigger.

“NO!” Shouted Simon as he jumped infront of Percival.

“BANG!” Percival turned around and began to absorb what had just happened, he started to cry. Ralph and Jack raced to Simon which was lying on the floor with a bullet through his chest, he had sacrificed himself for Percivals sake, he had jumped in the way of the bullet that was aimed for Percivals head.

“What the hell have you done Roger!” Shouted Ralph, he was shocked and was overwhelmed with what had just happened. There was nothing they could do for Simon. Roger said nothing, he was just standing there, with the gun in one hand and the other one by his waist.

“I can’t feel my legs,” whispered Simon shivering. As he began to breathe deeply as the lack of blood was beginning to take a serious affect.

Jack was silent he had nothing to say. He slowly turned around and walked away like nothing had happened. Simon was gone, one person had died under the leadership of Ralph.

Ralph grabbed the gun and threw it into the see. He went off alone, and began crying, he cried for Simon, he cried for his mum, he cried for home.

By Ashkan Rahmati