Today, Jack killed a pig. He and the other hunter boys painted their faces and danced to a war chant to get pumped up for the hunt. The group eventually found the pig, surrounded it, and stabbed it to death with sharpened sticks. Jack and the boys have become very aggressive and violent. They are constantly obsessed with killing pigs, rather than worrying about the fire like I do. I was disappointed in the group for going on the hunt. It feels as though Piggy and I are the only ones who have common sense about what is truly necessary at this point for survival. In fact, just this afternoon I saw a ship on the horizon!!! Had everyone done the jobs they were supposed to do, the smoke signal from the fire might have been visible to the ship and