The Spark

The Argument

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Okay, back to the story!

 We found Ralph, Piggy, Simon, and Maurice playing in the water when we got back. Piggy was also talking about a sundial.

"We got a lot of sticks," he was saying. "We could have a sundial each. Then we should know what time it is."

"A fat load of good it would be," Ralph said.

"You said you wanted things done," Piggy said. "So we could get rescued."

"Oh, shut up," Ralph said, sliding into the water.

"I wouldn't mind," I said. "A timepiece might be a good thing to have."

"Y/n!" Ralph popped up from under the water. "There you are, I was wondering where you were!"

"I was playing Hide and Seek with the littluns," I said, sitting by the shore. "D'you want to-" I frowned, and stared into the horizon. "Is that a ship?"

"A ship?!" Ralph jumped out of the water and began pulling on his clothes. "The fire-is there smoke?"

"I can't see no smoke," Piggy said, squinting up at the mountain. "I can't see no smoke, Ralph-where's the ship?" Ralph was clutching his hair, eyes wide, every fiber of his body tensed.

"Y/n?" Piggy asked, tapping my arm. "Where's the ship?"

"Well..." I stared into the horizon, where I saw the merest fleck of a ship. Or something. Ralph muttered something under his breath and dashed up the mountain.

"Wait, Ralph, there's no smoke up there-" I turned to Piggy. "May I borrow your specs?"

"Y/n, let's just go," Maurice said, tugging at my arm. So we frantically ran up the mountain, the plants clinging to our clothes and pulling at them. Simon was behind us, leaping and bounding clumsily over the bushes and rocks.

When we reached the top of the mountain, Ralph was standing next to a small, smoldering pile of sticks, screaming at the horizon.

"COME BACK!!! COME BACK!!! COME BACK!!!" Simon stood tentatively by, and Maurice was staring at the horizon, face fallen. Our hopes of going home had sailed away with that ship. Trembling slightly, I walked up to Ralph.

"Ralph, there's nothing we can do-"

"Where's Jack!" Ralph shouted, rounding on me, red in the face. "He's supposed to be up here watching the fire!"

"He's, well...he's..." I said in a small voice. "He's not here, that's for sure." I tried to smile, crack a joke or something, but it felt wrong to. Ralph must've agreed, because he didn't smile.

"Well, where is he, then?"

"He's in...in the forest, I ran into him there-"

"Well, WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL HIM TO LOOK AFTER THE FIRE, THEN?" Ralph yelled. "YOU KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS!!!" I took a step back, eyes widening.

"I'm not chief, Ralph!" I cried, putting my hands up in surrender. "And I did tell him, but he didn't take me seriously, he just told me not to worry-"

"Ha!" Ralph's laugh was cruel, sharp, and bitter, cutting me to the core. "Not to worry, that's a riot, that's-does no one care about getting rescued?"

"No!" I protested. "Simon and Maurice are up here, so they clearly care. And Piggy," I added, acknowledging him as he walked up the mountain, wheezing and whimpering. "And so do I, Ralph, come on-"