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.