Help Me?

I’m back. Jack is going on about how he almost killed a pig. Well, congrats you almost killed it but you didn’t. Ralph and Jack were talking about who knew we were here and Ralph said his dad. “Nobody knows were here,” I said, “Perhaps they knew where we was going to; and perhaps not. But they don’t know where we are ‘cos we never got there.” A small boy walked forward and told us about this snake-thing he saw in the woods. Everyone just laughed at him, and I know the feeling. It doesn’t feel very good. Someone suggested making a fire. We climbed the mountain and made the fire. But we had nothing to light it with, so the boys suggested matches, which we don’t have; and then the rubbing of two sticks. When that didn’t work, Jack told everyone to use my specs but I wouldn’t let them. Jack and Ralph were talking about not letting the fire burn out and perhaps a ship will see the smoke and there hasn’t been so far so we’ll never be rescued. I’d had enough. I took the conch and yelled, “That’s what I said! I said about our meetings and things and then you said shut up—.” I continued, “You said you wanted a small fire and you been and built a pile like a hayrack. If I say anything, you say shut up; but if Jack or Maurice or Simon… You got your small fire all right.” I saw a forest fire and I remembered about the little kid and the snakes… well he’s no longer with us and he could be down there right now and we wouldn’t even know. I wish someone would come soon… I don’t know if I’ll make it much longer.