The boys at the island stood naked, bare. It was like a gruesome case, revealing the deathly and fatal truth of humans that we believed shouldn't be uncovered.. Maybe in the most dire situations. Jack's face was smeared, his face freshly painted after spotting a bunch of clay. His hunters behind, rocking in the same attire as the English boy. They all seemed to have either kept their hats on or just completely bare. Their sadistic smirks formed, as they found a gutted carcass of a pig of a pig. It was a gruesome sight, so gruesome that Simon fainted. The hunters aggressively opened it's neck as the Pig seemed to already have dealt with such assault beforehand from these aggravated brutes.

"Kill the pig, cut her throat, spill her blood!"

The boys chanted, acting as if they were in some sort of cult, the repetitive use of monosyllabic tone was honestly fearful. Jack with his gregarious tone began scoffing with a prideful smirk, talking proudly about tormenting an already dead pig.

"We killed a pig."