Blog Twelve

“Hey do you see all of the smoke?” I asked on of the other men on my ship.

“Yeah. Do you think it is a distress signal?” he asked.

“Maybe? I don't know. Well we should go check it out anyways just to make sure. We began to steer our ship to the little island. We docked on the beaches banks and I stepped off the ship and onto the shore.

“Hello anyone here!”I yelled. No answer.

Then all of the sudden a really dusty little boy pooped out of the jungle. He was panting and breathing heavily.

“Hello there” I said.

“Hello” he said

“Whats your name?”

“Its Ralph”

Then a group of crazy looking boys with face paint came out the jungle next. They all just stood behind Ralph. And one of them wore a little tattered hat. They were all making really loud ululations, but when they say me they stopped in there tracks and got really quite. Ralph seemed happy. The other boys seemed to cower a bit.

“So how did you get here?”

“Our plane was shot down”

“Any deaths on the island?”

“Yes sir. Two. Maybe even three.”

“Would anyone take leadership?”

“I do sir” said Ralph. Another boy had moved forward a bit but then moved back when he said that. I couldn't visualize what he was trying to tell me about the deaths so I asked the boy to elaborate.

“Well, it went like this” he said. But then he began to cry and so did all the other boys.

“Imma let you guys calm down a bit and then we can go. Why don't you get on the boat and when you are ready to talk we can talk”

All of the dirty little boys nodded there heads and began to walk with me to my ship. “Heave the anchor boys! Pull her up!We are ready to take off” I said.

“Lets got off this burned island. Theres too much smoke” I said.