I hope that we get rescued soon. The fire doesn’t seem to make enough smoke and I’m the only one who seems to bother about ever getting off this island. Being chief is harder than I though. No one listens to me. All Jack cares about is hunting and all the littluns care about is having fun. Simon and I are stuck doing all the hard work, like building shelters. Jack is starting to act a little crazy. He only talks about killing pigs. I hope he gets one soon so that everyone will be happier.
The littluns have nightmares about the beasties at night. I just know they aren’t real, they can’t be real.
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