On the island, we're all not used to having no parents. We all just have belligerence. The
littluns are all blatant. All they do is run around and play in the sand. They just fool around and
play. They don't do any work or help us out with hunting. They just act impalpable. We paint
our faces for the swarthiness because of camouflage. This foreshadows the darkness that
animals can't see us because we so dark. When my face is painted, I feel like a warrior. I feel like
I'm im charge. The ship didn't see us because no one waved it out or screamed like me. Jack was
so happy just because he killed a pig, that he couldn't keep an eye open for the fire. Then he got
in a fight with Piggy. Piggy looked at him very malevolently after this happened. I take charge
with the boys when I tell Jac kwhat to do and to make him apologize to Piggy for hitting him and
knocking his specs.
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