The Likes of Jack Merridew

I wish there were grown-ups on this island. I swear, if we continue on the way we are now, we'll be acting like dogs before we're rescued.
     Ralph's meeting didn't go to plan. I could tell he really wanted to convince everybody that the fire is our first priority, but it didn't go over too well. Jack and his hunters just laugh whenever it's mentioned. And Ralph's right-- we've fallen so far since we arrived. The shelters, for instance-- no one helped build more than one. The coconuts are always supposed to be filled with water-- no one's done that for weeks, either. Then Ralph mentioned the beast. From there on the meeting descended into anarchy. Everyone's convinced there's a beast, when there quite plainly can't be one! I can understand the littluns thinking it, and I can even understand Jack thinking it, but Simon? Ralph? If there is a beast on this island, it's certainly not a squid, or a bear, or a ghost, it's us. I'm more afraid of Jack and his hunters than I am of all the phantoms in the world. Then Jack and Ralph had another argument-- I wish that conceited fool would just listen for a change!-- and Jack said he was going to go and hunt the beast. And then everyone got up and went with him! Just left Ralph and I on the beach! And then Ralph was thinking of listening to them-- thinking there was a beast! Turning the title of chief over to Jack. Now that's a terrifying future-- the island in the hands of the likes of Jack Merridew.