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.
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