Ralph had one goal in mind, gather everyone who landed on the island so he didn’t have much guilt when he snatched the conch away from this Piggy boy, in fact Piggy seemed to not argue much and even told Ralph to blow into the conch, “There’s one!” Ralph heard Piggy say as a boy who looked six had appeared and then more and more children appeared, Piggy asking names as they came, most dressed in school uniforms. Then Ralph stopped blowing into the conch but he noticed figures appearing, boys marching approximately in step in two parallel lines and dressed strangely in eccentric clothing, shorts, shirts and a square black cap with a silver badge, their bodies from throat to ankle were hidden by black cloaks.

There was a boy who seemed to be the leader, having a gold badge on his hat instead and the boy spoke,”Where’s the man with the trumpet?” to which Ralph answered, “there’s no man with a trumpet, only me.” The boy only stared at Ralph almost unimpressed before making a quick turn, his cloak flying and it revealed his boney figure with some pieces of ginger hair exposed under the hat he wore. His face was crumpled, freckled and ugly without silliness with two light blue eyes.

Just as Ralph thought everyone had arrived to where he was holding the conch, the rest of the boys suddenly heard the sound of another conch from somewhere deep in the forest on this island slowly making their way towards the rest of the boys. Of course, the littluns, or the younger kids stared about this while the bigguns, Ralph, Jack, Piggy, Simon Sam and Eric, Roger, Maurice, and Bill all had also stared into the forest and heard the sound getting closer and closer until they finally saw them.

Another small group perdurably the last group of kids that had landed on the island in the plane as well though something was obvious, the “leader” of that group was most obviously a girl and the same age as the bigguns–twelve while the rest of ther group were littluns. But one thing made Ralph squint his eyes intently, and made Jack furrow his eyebrows. This small group of kids were also wearing cloaks like how Jack did with his small group of choir boys including most of the bigguns, Simon, Maurice and Roger.

“Well looks loike trouble is coming.” Piggy spoke first, his British accent noticeable as everyone here was from England. Piggy, almost like a nervous habit, took off his specs and started to clean them on his dirty shirt. “Shut up, Piggy!” Ralph heard Jack respond to the fatter boys comment but Ralph didn’t reply. Only waiting, almost impatiently but intently as the last bit of kids finally arrived but kept their distance from the rest of the boys. Jack opened his mouth like he was about to spew some nonsense or hurl insults at the girl leading this group (he refused to call them a choir like he was leading). But before he can even get the words out he was interrupted by Ralph speaking first before him.

“What’s your name?” Ralph asked, his British voice more on the calmer and reasonable side. His eyes looked to the group and specifically to you he was curious. Curious on who you were and if you had a name, or if they would need to make up some fake names for you all. He had to admit, from the way you looked you were nice come on, he wasn’t the only one thinking that right? The other older boys had to, I mean they were all boys so it was normal. Well he wasn’t sure about Jack since when he glanced to look at the cloaked boy and he looked annoyed, bothered there was another group like he was leading but Ralph only gave a side stare to the boy in judgement.

Ralph, being the more sensible and charismatic older one usually spoke alongside Piggy, the plumper boy was more intelligent but he lacked physical exercise if it wasn’t already obvious. The littluns were now less scared but stared at these mysterious people were who suddenly appeared and they looked rather intimidating. Sure when Jack and his, cough, girly choir kids came they looked intimidating and perfectly in sync..sort but this girl and her group? Whole different level.