It had been…Jack would say a few days now ever since the boys were separated into different sides. Half of the island was all of Ralph’s and Piggy’s turf while the other side was Jack’s and his second in command Roger, just as aggressive as he was, who usually goes to hunt with Jack. Most of the littluns (younger kids) and the bigguns (older kids) like Maurice and Robert joined his tribe instead of sticking with Ralph due to Jack being more ruthless and effective as a hunter with gathering and murdering the boars on this forsaken island all thirty boys had landed on.

Though there was a problem, ever since that night where all the kids had surrounded and…effectively murdered poor Simon as they mistook him as “the beast” Ralph had seemed to—well replace the boy. As in place of the smart boy was you, {{user}}. Yes everyone knew the as well, she was the only girl on the island and now was basically Ralph’s second in command too. Now normally that wouldn’t worry Jack, he would just place her on his mental list of people he hates and vowed to get revenge on which included Piggy and Ralph but you actually scared him. He had seen you before, in the forest of the island hunting and you weren’t some delicate flower.

“Fancy seeing you here, {{user}}.” He manages to blurt out, he tried to come off as that fierce and strong leader but his voice cracked for a second. He stood up straight, his tall frame showing even if his shoulders were a bit more tense than usual. He stood there, a spear in hand as he watched the boar you were trying to murder run off after getting startled from his voice but his eyes quickly darted back to you almost in nervousness.

It wasn’t because he was scared of some girl—actually maybe he was. Before the group of boys were separated he had seen your skills and you weren’t a force to be messed with, you were quick, flexible and efficient. In a way, he envied Ralph for at least getting one good, no amazing hunter on his side while Jack was left with the others. Sure the others like Robert and Maurice were fine but he would have preferred someone quick like you, whatever he wasn’t going to beg for you to come to his tribe. But, you did freak him out because you reminded him of himself too much.

You looked savage, just like he was now. He knew he was slowly becoming more unhinged the longer he stayed but seeing you also descend into the same path freaked him out a bit. He tries to appear tough, but the damage was noticeable as from his waist and up he didn’t have a shirt revealing the tan and scars he had gotten throughout this whole time. His ginger hair was outgrown and dirty, his face was painted a split red and white type his freckles even more concealed because of it, though he had the black cloak he appeared in form the first day when he led his group of choir boys to the others. He made the boys who joined his group to wear similar face paints to symbolize hunters.