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.