The Thrill of the Chaos

The Sound of the Trumpet

  Mary:

     Ralph, Piggy, and I continue to stare out at the sea in silence. I feel Piggy stir and he gets up.

"I'm going to wash my shirt. I can't run, on account of my asthma, but I will try to hurry." Piggy says to us, and Ralph gives him a nod of approval.

"Ass-mar?" Ralph asks, and Piggy corrects him.

"Asthma, it's when I have a hard time breathing." Piggy states, his chest puffing out a little in confidence. A boy of intellect, I can already tell. He continues off, leaving just Ralph and I alone.

"So...the weather?" I say, as we exchange glances before laughing.

"A little cold, actually. I think we might get snow." He replies, still laughing. I stare at the glaring sun.

"A little overcast, too..." I respond, and we return to our mindless giggles. We get to talking straight away.

"So, what do you like to do?" I ask, and he sits up a little more.

"I don't know...I like to read, and I really like to write. I also like to listen to music, I guess." He says, my face lightens up.

"Music?! Writing?! Reading?! Me too!" I say, and he smiles. "I play guitar, and I write music and stories and poems."

"Poems? God, poetry bores me. It's all romance and love. I haven't felt that yet so it doesn't mean anything to me." He says, and my eyes widen.

"I mean, I haven't felt romance either...but I still love the poems. Reading about love is nice, I can't wait to feel it some day." I say, looking back out to the sea. I see Ralph staring at me through the corner of my eye.

What is he looking at? Is there something on my shirt? Is my hair messed up?

"Is there something on my shirt?" I ask, looking back at him. He quickly looks away, which disappoints me. I kinda liked the way he looked at me.

"We should blow that shell," he says, changing the subject quickly, "It will alert the others that we are here. Maybe they'll all come into an assembly."

"Good idea, we can establish rules in the assembly. Maybe that shell can enable someone speaking rights. It keeps things organized." Ralph nods.

"Isn't that shell called a conch? Maybe we can call it the conch. It makes it seem powerful." He adds, I agree.

"Good idea! Now, how do we blow the conch?" I ask, analyzing it in confusion.
"I'm not sure," He responds, "Piggy tried showing me but it didn't work." He signals for the conch, and I hand it to him. "He told me to hold it like this," He adds, and placing it on his delicate lips. I approach him, and place my hands on the shell.

His eyes are like sapphire...

"Try it like this," I suggest, "Maybe if it is facing upwards more noise will come out." My hands guide the conch up into the air. "Now, blow." I say, and he blows. He executes a soft breathe of air, and the conch blows. We look at each other and start laughing.

"It worked! It worked, Mary!" He exclaims. He grabs my hands, "Thank you!" I go laugh and cheer along with him.

"It worked! You did it!" I celebrate, completely unaware of our hands gripping.

"We did it, thank you." He adds, and looks down at his hands. I look down, as well. As soon as we realize where our hands had ended up, we quickly release and go red. Before we know it, Sage, and several other boys are wandering down the island towards us.