Lord of the Flies: Journal #5

By: Simone Federici

Chapter: Beast in Water

Perspective: Ralph

The Gathering

Do you ever get that feeling, when everything is out of control and you feel that it is your responsibility to fix it? That feeling was surely taking me over, if it already hadn’t. Many of the boys on the island were embroiled, which spread throughout all the boys and seemed interminable. Many of the littluns were worried about the beastie, and the hunters were focused on catching piglets. All I knew was that, as the leader, I had to take charge and put order to the island of out of control boys.

The gathering began at dusk and in the beginning of the gathering, all of the light had faded away, leaving the skies as black as a dark cat’s fur. I began the meeting discussing the rules that needed to be set. The now-enforced rules are:

• You may only go to the bathroom near the rocks, where the tide will take the waste away.


• The will only be one fire, which is on the top of the mountain and can be used for cooking.


• Everyone on the island will now have to contribute which means:

1. Helping build the huts

2. Help fill the coconut shells with water from the river

3. Make sure the fire is always lit.

In order for this island to run smoothly, these rules were imperative. As everyone sat around the guano covered rocks and logs, the conversations started to lean toward the topic of the beastie. The gathering seemed like it was very under control, thanks to me stepping up and taking charge. The littluns were all scared of the beastie, thinking of all the possible forms the beastie could come in. Percival, who is a littlun, was extremely afraid of the beastie. His cousin was the little kid that died during the fire that spread throughout the forest. He started having thoughts and theory’s that the beastie was the one that killed his cousin, not the raging fire. At once, Percival let out a scream that was terrifying to listen to. No one knew what was going on with Percival, especially because it was pitch black.

The meeting continued, but became more and more out of control by the minute. The older boys, such as Simon, Jack and I, were trying to convince the littluns that there was no beastie on the island and then we started to think of how we would deal with this situation if we were adults. Jack suddenly started yelling and was acting as if he were waxy. Boys all around the somewhat triangle, were speaking and shouting even though they weren’t holding the conch. My great plan was becoming ruined because the littluns were afraid of the beastie. Some thought the beastie was lurking in the water like a leviathan, and some thought that the beastie was a ghost. Now the thoughts and nightmares and suspicions of the beastie being on this island were become so real, and I even puzzled me to think that I, out of all people would consider the fact: Was there really a beastie on this island?