Day 16 on island

Curse that jack curse him and his scummy savages. they camed last night and stole Piggy's last glasses. Snuck in when we were all sleeping and started beatin on us in the dark. It was all dark cause its just me piggy samneric and a couple littleuns who don't count. There's not nough of us so we can't keep the fire going at night it just dont make sense to do it. Not enough of us. So we slept without a fire and them ass's came and ambushed us and punched us in our sheltes.  We fought em off and made em run but they stoled Piggy's glassses. Now we can't make a fire and Piggy can't see a blasted thing. He's helpless and we're going to die here cause we got no signal fire. Jack an his lot only want a fire to cook with, not a fire to get help. I'm all beat up annd bloody and I hurt. They had no right, he had no right.Now Piggy's as useless as a blind rat. All he can do is sit there and whine and talk and talk about things back home and how ifin he wanted a new pair of specs he could just go out and get them. He keeps convincing me that we should go find Jack and make 'im remember that i'm still the chief. I don't know how it will work but if we don't have fire there is no way to get rescued. Rescue is our only hope. I wan to go home, where i never get beat up like this. My eyes swolled almost shut an my lips hert somthin bad. But Piggy says we need to do this so I suppose we will he's smart about things like that. I don't want to face him terribly bad though, but I will.

July, Day 15 on island

We've done it. Done something so awful that I threw up four times. My stomache is killing me and it has nothing to do with the pig that we gorged on last night. We murdered Simon. The fire and everything and the big and little uns went crazy. Dancin and chanting  round and round and carrying on. Then Simon comes out of the jungle all batty crawlin on his knees croaking sumthin bout a the beast is a man and he's on the mountain. Nobody listen they just re-acted their pig hunt and beat him. They beat him hard and bloody and stabbed him jus like he was a real pig. i don' think they even knew he wasn't one. Me an, me an Piggy never got close enough to hit him. It was Jack, jack and his hunters that went crazy. I don't know what to do, Simon was crackers but 'e wasn't a bad sort, he didn't deserve to die like a pig. I keep hitting myself so I wake up and it was all a nightmare but it won't happen. God please get us out of here. Its cold, and hot and wet an I always thirsty. Piggy's only got one eye to see with and he worries a terrible lot. I think every one a them has joined Jacks tribe sept me and Piggy. I swore I wouldn't go, that we would just stay and mind our own business but even samneric snuck off. So we had to go you see, things would hav got out a hand and we would'a lost everyone. Dumb now, we did go and watched Simon get murdered and even danced with them around. Now its jus me and Piggy too so it didn't do us no good. I'm chief I should a done sumthin to stop 'em. Savages is what they are. Don't even know they are hurting a poor kid just like them. They's all painted and jumpin round with their spears. Its not right. I wan to leave. On a boat. I best find Piggy and make sure he's all right.

July, day 14 on island

Jacks gone as batty as Simon. He just ran off, said he didn't want to play any longer and just took off down the beach. So now we have no one to lead our hunters and he even tried persuading everyone to leave and make him their chief. I'm cheif an dwe'll do just fine without him. Piggy's elated and you'd think he'd just got the last piece of pie. We aren't that well off though, the fires on the mountain, rescues on the mountain, and so is the Beast. There's no way we could defeat the beast without Jack. So we decided to have our fire down on the platform. Not the best for making a signal but anything is better than being caught on the mountain with the Beast. The whole island thing would be much better without the beast. He's always in the back of our our minds. I'm scared of him. I won't admit it but seeing him with my own eyes terrified me. I don't think that I shall ever laugh at the scary stories the fellows tell at home to fill time. Havin seen the real thing is worse than any tale they could tell. I'd have a whoppin good one ifin I felt like tellin it. I don't think I will to be truthful, some secrets aren't meant for the world to understand. Just like I can't understand why our boys are running off. Maurice and Roger are long gone, and countless others. Piggy says we are much better off without Jack, but its dividing us all up. Strength in numbers doesn't work anymore. Our numbers are working against each other. Jack has even come charging in all painted like a savage and invited us to eat his pig. But whoever goes is giving in and becoming part of his tribe. He's using food to control them. Piggy an me wont go, it just isn't right. We have to stay strong. The little 'uns need someone to look up to and be a good example. Can't have us all runnin round like savages and being kids. We shan't go and be like them. Just isn't right, no, its not. Though at this time now with the wind carrying the delicious smell towards us, its tempting.

July, day 13 on island, still.

We saw the beast! An awful beast with black eyes an a mouth that could eat you up. It was there on the mountain bulging and billowing about like it was stretching itself to fit us all in. I seen books about snakes that do sumthin like that. They stretches out their jaws so they can eat really big stuff like pigs. An I hit a pig tuday! Stabbed 'im right in the nose, bloody all over the place. Ifin the the other boys helped we could have taken him down and had a right smart supper but they scattered like flies. We pretended Robert was the pig though and had a good dance about it. He whined lots though even if he was only roughed up a bit. They all didn't come help find the beast though. They were just as scared of it as they were the pig running around. Only me, Jack and Roger made the real climb up to look. It was ghastly and we hardly escaped with our lives. I never ran so fast in my whole life, an a bit cut up I am. Ankle's paining me a tad too but we've all learned that you can't get away from the pain anymore so you just have to take it like a man would. Jack thinks he's a man, just cause he's brave and a hunter he thinks he's all grown up and can walk around like a scrappy rooster with 'is chest puffed out. He says he wasn't scared and that I was. I wasn't is what I tell him but honestly I thought that might be the end for me right there. With his burning black soul and stealthy movements the thing could have got us in a second had we not run for our lives. None of us are safe here as long as the Beast is up there. I think Jack is making some foolish decisions and he's going to get us all in trouble. The big 'uns might be able to fend for themselves if something happens to me an Jack but the littleuns are depending on us. I'm the Chief and Jack acts like he is , so I suppose that makes him a kind of one. Piggy can't take care of the little ones any better than he can haul wood for the fire. Sucks to his ass-mar. I don't think he wants to believe a word I say about seeing the Beast either. I don't know what we're going to do.

July now I think, Day 12 on island

They've done it, we're all going to die here. Not one of them even thinks about the smoke now that samneric say they saw the beast. Jack went off his rocker and stormed up over all the rocks through the jungle, leaving the little uns with Piggy cause he's too blind to see anything and he's scared of everything. I don't like the thought of us all being split apart. If we are going to survive this we need to stick together as a family, this is the only family that we've got. Simon says that i'm going home that for sure I will but without that smoke none of us will. He must be losing a few of his marbles though i don't mind his company as much as some of the others. I would rather that Jack had never been on the stupid plane or that he had died when it went down. Its his fault that everyone is fighting all the time. He's always pushin me testin, saying that I shouldn't be chief. Course I should we voted and its fair he's just playing poor about it. I think had he the chance he'd get rid of me he wants it bad he does. But he wont have it not as long as i'm here. Would be terribly nice though not to have to worry constantly bout everyone and if we are ever going to get home. If it was posible that the others could make  a fire and think about anything besides killing pigs or the beastie then I suppose I could let them be but even with me tellin em what to do they rarely pay any mind to the fire which will save us. They get so distracted so easy they are like babies running around. Even the biguns are doing it, all over that castle they ran making noise and fooling around. We went up there in the first place to kill the beast then fix the fire but no now they run around playing and making a game of everything. 'Tis not a game! If the beast is real then it could eat us, like it did the ugly 'un or maybe the fire got im but anyhow this is not a good island anymore. I want to go home like nuthin else in the world. If I could just get home I swear to God I'd mind my parents like an angel kid and do chores without even thinking about complaining. I'd bath twice a day and keep my room clean nough to eat off the floor. I'd give anything to be back home among sane people and grown-ups that could tell us what to do. I'm tired of this. Too tired and sick of fruit!

June, Day 8 on island still

Nothing is how its supposed to be. All the boys have gone mad and are dangerously close to turning into animals. This island aint as good as we first thot and I want to go home. Everything is dirty and worn and i'm sick and tired of watching my step every hour of the day. It was going to be good and fun here but its all work and strugglin to stay alive. You are always watchin making sure you don't step on sumthing wrong an dget hurt always worring that the little uns are going to kill themselves. We don't even know how many there are. Could be four dead already for the lot of good we know. No one wants to think that the ugly one is dead and that we can't control what the littleuns do. This isn't a safe place for them to be they should be a home with the grown-ups taken care of them. Jack needs a good licken from some grown-ups too. he ruined our chances of getting rescued and now he's taken all the boys and's running wild with them. He's ruining the assembly and is going to take over then he might even kill piggy for real. I don't think I should be chief anymore cause they all want o follow jack merridew now but Piggy says that Jack will kill him for sure if i'm not. I don't think i can control them anymore they just do as they wish and won't agree on a thing. We can't survive that way. We are going to die here, maybe from the Beastie. Piggy won' stop wimpering like a girl and I don't know what's going to happen to us. if only Piggy would quit crying and help me think, if only jack weren't such a clam. We could stay here and make it all work. If I get home my books won't be about wondrous adventures and heroic things i've done it will be about how people should never come to an island, how they should stay far away. It is not a happy place anymore it is full of fear and terror inside our own heads or not. I will write one of those dull educational books that grown-ups will like an tell their children about. They need to know that boys can become nasty kids if given half the chance. Islands are not pretty things with flowers and birds and sunshine. They are mean places where you have to carve out a place for yourself and make a home. All those frilly silly things they taught us in school back home mean nothing here. The hours I spent practicing my writing and vocabulary what good do they do me now?? I should have been hunting and fighting and learning keen things on how to survive. See what good my writing does me here? No one will ever find it and it shall rot away with no one to see the good words. It shall die here with me!

June, Day 8 on island

We could have been rescued today. There was a boat but Jack took his men away from the fire so there was no smoke to be seen. We went up to check it and it had competely gone out. They had gone and killed a pig and were all so enthused bout it hardly even cared that the boat had come and gone did not even care that we could hav gone home! Some little 'uns cried and piggy lost it on Jack and they started fighting and I thought they might kill one another. Jack would have killed Piggy cause piggy can't run but Piggy was so mad and frightened i think they would have had a good round of it first, Jack was all crazed on pig blood an excited from his hunt. I don't really think they'd kill the other fellow but. NO of course not! We are civilized with rules and order, no way would we stoop that level. Jack was stupid though to blow are chances with the ship. Leastways we could have finished the huts. Simon helped a bit and roger poked around a while but no one else hardly lifted a blasted finger. At least here there are no grown ups to tell me to watch my tongue or behave. I am the oldest and mos important here and frankly i'm tired of not being listened to. I didn't tell him for a while but the pig Jack killed was delicous. I was half starved to death and even mostly raw it was better than the finest Christmas dinner with ham and turkey or a fine pheasant, mashed potatoes, steamed potatoes, mashed turnips and parsnips. Carrots with butter and gravy, beans and cranberry sauce. Its heavanly bliss, much the same as that fine pork tasted. There will be another ship soon and the pig was fine.

June, Day 5 on island

The heat gets unbearable at times. It slows our already pathetic building time. The boys are of no use anymore. Jack either. He takes his men out but has yet to catch any real food, say's he will but hasn't yet. I could have used his men to help build the shelters. Its not exactly an easy job but i'm left alone with hardly a person to help. But of course as soon as they all need a shelter to sleep in they will make ready use of it. Stupid kids. No matter how many meetings we call, or all the good thing we decide on they cannot focus on anything for more than five minutes. Useless little 'uns, big ones too. That little 'un with the ugly mark hasn't come back yet. He won't be coming back either i don't think, something happened to 'im. There's enough of em runnin around that I don't think anyone even notices. If they do they don't say nothing bout it so they musn't care. I had hoped that since the ugly faced one was gone that maybe no one would think about the Beastie but he little 'uns still cry about it and are scared at night. Simon started saying things about being watched like there's something out there besides just pigs. He needs to stop fore he scares them even more. N' Jack needs to kill one of those pigs before we starve to death.

June, Day 2 but later

I feel a little lost at the moment. Chaos struck after we arrived back at the beach. Well it struck shortly after we established some appropriate rules and guidelines. It is much the same as dad does things I suppose. The person holding the conch shell is the fellow who has the right to speak, no one may interrupt him. A capital idea I think. Together the lot of us decided to build a signal fire atop the mountain. It is our best chance of attracting attention and gaining rescue. We did a splendid job of it too but the wood is dry and mulchy here and burns much too quickly, so it flopped a bit at the end. Sam 'n Eric though they don't appear to be of much use at times can actually use their heads to hatch some splendid ideas. They figured to throw leaves on the fire to have her smoke. Was working for a time too. The only real nuisance was piggy. I thought Jack was going to hit him a couple a times. He gets under my skin like an itch you can't scratch. My Pa'pa used to say that when he talked bout men from the bank. Piggy was like that. Being all smart and wise on hisself, saying he knows just what we should do. The fat boy can't even do the simplest tasks I give him. Can't even get the names of a few small un's running around. It's his fault we can't find the little un with the ugly mark on his face. If Piggy had just done as I asked 'im then we would know who was missing. We could have lost several boys in those run away flames. Perhaps its not a bad thing though if the one with the ugly mark is gone. He had all the others little 'uns stirred up about the beastie. This isn't Africa there can't be any snakes of credible size here. It was only his imagination or a foul dream. Though, say there was a snake...I suppose he would make for a great adventure. Something I could write about when I get home. A marvelous adventure, even great than Robinson Crusoe, or The Swiss Family Robinson. I would let Jack's men to the real hunting of course, for I cannot have anything happen to me. I'm there leader and I can't lead them from inside the belly of a snake. The ugly marked one will show up. He can't be dead, though if he were the fault wouldn't be mine but Piggy's. He isn't dead though. It's impossible, none of us will die.

The Journal of a young boy that survied on a remote island is printed here for the first time. Here is his tragic story...

June, Day 2 on island

Finally my genius has been realized. After years of drudging through crowds of morons I am at last surrounded by good lot of fellows who believe that I am their leader. As it should be. They look about them like this is the worst thing that has ever happened to them when really it is the best. No rules! No teachers or parents shoving their ideas down a fellows throat. This is the freedom we've been wishing for all our lives. I had thought at first that I would hate Jack with all his uppity ways but he's a swell fellow. A mite cowardly though. Couldn't even kill that piglet that would have tasted delightful in our empty stomachs. I fear I shall lose my mind with hunger if we don't find decent food soon. Ha I suppose we could all eat Piggy if we became hungry enough. He would surely feed us for several days. Having him constantly clinging like a burr to my knees is scraping my nerves. Makes me prefer the few solitary hours I had searching round the scar. I had hoped to discover some piece of the plane but apparently every last inch has washed into he pits of the ocean. I am quite lucky to have even saved a portion of my notebook. A pity, all my previous notes and stories were drenched from the storm water and only a few last pages were salvagable. Perhaps another chap shall have some to spare. It would be only right for them to share with their fearless leader. That of course being me. I sincerly devote myself to their care and protection. As their leader I will make sure they want for nothing and follow order nicely much the same as father and his fellow officers I suppose. They shall see me as their king and together with Jack as my right hand man we shall make this our Kingdom. Free from girls, school, teachers and parents.