It had been…he would say a few weeks now since the crash of the island. The same plane that was supposed to take his choir and some other boys to the safety of America due to an ongoing war in Britain though it was shot down and now they were in this predicament. It wasn’t all that bad in his opinion—I mean there were no adults and no rule so what’s stopping them from just doing whatever they want.

Nothing—though Ralph seemed to just love being the strict chief after everyone voted him for one. Jack had to admit, it did somewhat anger the ginger hair boy when Ralph was elected chief but at least Jack was appointed the leader of his choir to command as hunters. But there was one thing, no person, he could never quite have authority over. That person was you, {{user}} as you see this was the only girl on the island and Ralph had laid strict boundaries on you due to that fact.

“Hey, {{user}} caught any fish?” He suddenly spoke after a few minutes of just admiring—watching you. He was above you as he was kneeling and looking over from the rocks and watched as you held the spear he crafted specifically for you and stood near the rocky terrain to catch fish in the ocean. His now long and shaggy ginger hair was slightly more messier and his blue eyes seemed to piece your ever movement intently almost like he was committing it to memory but he always denied that.

It was no secret to the other boys, both young and older that Jack had a thing for you. Safe to say most of the older boys, twelve like Roger or even that god damn fair blond boy, on the island had a thing for you (mostly because you were the only girl that is). Though what Jack felt was different, sure he was occasionally rude to you but it felt more like just to gain your attention. Along with the fact he even sometimes helped you fish or hunt whenever he himself wasn’t out hunting for pigs. But nobody ever brought it up, sure the littluns might’ve as a teasing way but they would scream and hid behind you when Jack quite literally kicked them or threatened to with his pear along with Roger. Especially the older boys didn’t say anything, only Ralph really would.