The Island

Shelters and Hunting

Jack's POV

I watched Ralph set Lizzie down gently onto the sand in a shady area. She was miraculously still asleep. Ralph brushed a lock of hair out of her eyes as he gazed at her in admiration. It was obvious that this boy was smitten with Lizzie. Who wouldn't be? If only I had been the one to greet her on the island, then she'd be all over me like she was with him. I couldn't help the jealousy that was building up. She was the only girl on the island, and she was hot. It's really not my fault that I'm into her too. Heck, just about every boy except for the fat one was most likely into her. 

'Hey Jack, are you gonna get started on the shelters? Lizzie should get a separate shelter, but I can build that one, so don't worry about it.' Ralph said as he stepped away from the sleeping girl. 

'I was actually thinking the choir and I could go hunting. Make the kids build the shelters." I suggested, motioning to the children who were burying each other in the sand. Ralph sighed and shook his head at the kids, then turned back to me. 

"They don't know how to build shelters. I need you and your choir to do it. You're a lot stronger and taller. It'll be a lot quicker if you do it. You can go hunting after, I promise." Ralph negotiated. I sighed and agreed before calling my boys over to start gathering supplies. 

We were on our second shelter when the fat boy started speaking. He had been sitting watching us work and hadn't bothered to offer his help, but it seemed as if now he wanted to put in his two cents. I rolled my eyes as he waddled over to one of the boys sitting high up in a tree. He was chewing on something he had found. 

"Hey, you should be careful what you eat!" The fat boy called up, "They could be poisonous!" I rolled my eyes and Roger, one of the most talented choir boys, mocked him quietly. 

'I know my berries, my brother took a course about the wilderness in college. He taught me all about it.' The boy in the tree responded, continuing to snack on the berries. 

"Did he study the tropics?" The fat boy asked. I stopped working to watch the scene unfold, suddenly intrigued. Would the fat boy really argue with a kid who could easily jump on him?

'Not exactly.' The other one shrugged. 

'Then where?' 

'Colorado.' 

'Colorado? There's way different poison berries in the tropics, then in Colorado!' The fat boy snapped. The other boy shrugged him off, not bothering to continue the argument. It was obvious he didn't care what he had to say. 

"Why are you such a smartass?" Roger asked the fat boy. I snickered as the boy turned, a look of distaste mixed with hurt on his face. 

"I just want to be careful! If he gets sick there's no doctor to help him. We need to stay safe so we can be rescued." He reasoned. I rolled my eyes and turned toward him, leaning on the half-built shelter. 

"You better open your eyes, fatty, 'cause we're not gonna be rescued." I stated. He opened his mouth to argue, but I cut him off. "You better start facing the facts," I continued as I turned to tie a piece of jungle vine someone had handed me, "we're on a deserted island, probably miles away from any civilization, and the chances of us being rescued is basically nothing. Learn to live with it, fatty." I rolled my eyes as he began to protest. 

"Stop calling me fatty! My name isn't fatty!" He cried, crossing his arms against his fat stomach. 

"What's your name then, lardass?" Roger snickered. 

"His name is Piggy!" One of the young boys who insisted on helping us piped up. The boys burst into laughter and Roger and I high fived at the hilarious and horrendous name as Piggy cried in annoyance and stormed off.