Ralph, Piggy, and Simon lounged in a sun-dappled clearing, the flickering fire emitting smoke into the sky as it burned. Silence hung thick in the air, punctuated only by the crackling of the flames. Today had been uneventful, a brief lull in the storm of conflict brewing between Jack's tribe and their own. Suddenly, Simon's gaze shifted, and he nudged Ralph's arm. "Hey," Ralph said as he turned, "did you grab a few flat-rocks? We can skip 'em later." The idea hung in the air.