Dear diary,
I feel so empty… numb. My last and only friend is dead. All I did was
run like a coward to hide in the Jungle leaving Piggy's body behind. Piggy was
right, all civilization has been stripped from this island. As I'm running, I
stumble across the pig's head, I don’t even remember getting this far away from
Castle Rock. The head is nearly all skull, it reminds me of the once whit conch
and in anger and disgust, I knock it down and take the stake as a weapon
against Jack. Why did they kill you, Piggy? All you were just trying to do was
making Jack and his boys listen and go back to civility. All you were trying to
do was make us understand. 
That night, I snuck down to the camp at Castle Rock and find Samneric
standing guard at the entrance. They were kind enough to give me food but the
refused to join me. They also told me about Jack plans on sending his entire
tribe after me tomorrow, because I trust them I tell them where ill be hiding
in hopes that they will lead Jack away from me. So I make a break for the
thickets and decide to sleep there for the night. In the morning, I wake up to
the sound of talking and torturing one of the twins to find out where I'm
hiding. Several of the boys try to break into the thicket by rolling a boulder
but it's too small and dense, so they try and fight their way through but I
manage to fend them off. All of a sudden I smell smoke and realize that Jack is
trying to smoke me out like I'm some kind of wild animal but he sets the jungle
on fire in the process.
I gather all of my strength to abandon my hiding place and I fight my
way past Jack and group of hunters. I'm trying to run as fast as I can whilst
being chased by a group of body-painted warrior-boys wielding sharp wooden
spears, I frantically try and find a place to hide. I end up on the beach,
where I collapse of exhaustion, while the boys are close behind. I open my eyes
and see a naval officer standing over me. He tells me that me that he saw the
fire blazing from the jungle from his ship. Jack and his hunters come screaming
in onto the beach and they all fall silent and still. He figures out what we
were doing and he asks us why, us as English boys, have lost all rules of
civilization in such a short time. As he is saying this, I feel an overwhelming
rush of the knowledge of being rescued and is being rescued after coming so
close to a violent death. I begin to sob, so do the other boys and the officer
turns around so we can regain our composure. I can't believe we were rescued. I
just wish that Piggy, Simon, and the boy with the mulberry birth mark were here
to be rescued also. Rest in peace.
Signed,
Ralph
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