Good Riddance

Things are finally looking up! Jack Merridew's gone off into the jungle, and I say good riddance!
     Ralph came back from the mountain this morning, and said the beast is definitely real. I will admit this puts a slight damper on my joy at Jack's exile. If it really is as big as Ralph says it is, I don't know if we could fight it. Certainly no one wants to go back up to the mountain to relight the fire. Instead, we've moved the fire down here to the beach. This means the smoke might not be as visible, but we might actually be able to keep it lit. Anyway, after Ralph had come down and was telling us all about it, he insulted Jack's hunters. Of course this got Jack all in a huff and he actually went and blew the conch! Like a proper chief! Then he tried to vote Ralph out of office. No one was with him, though-- that showed him!-- so he ran off into the jungle, and that's the last I've seen of him!
     Personally, I think this is great. We're so much better off without him! Ralph's a bit distant, though. I don't think he even listens to me half the time. Hopefully he'll come around.
     We've finished building the fire on the beach. The wood's a bit harder to find than on the mountain, but I think we can make it work. The biguns kept sneaking off, though. Roger and Bill and Maurice-- they went when they thought I wasn't looking, but I saw them. I think Ralph's worried, but I still say we're better off without the lot of them. If they'd rather hunt than be rescued, then I say good riddance!
     Simon's wandered off too. I don't think he would've joined Jack, so he's probably gone up the mountain. He wanted to earlier-- go and face the beast. I still say he's batty, but I think Ralph's worried he's going to get himself killed.