The sea was rough and the skies were grey as if at any moment the rain would pour down in a raging deluge. through the foggy sea-sprayed porthole, the Island began to fade over the horizon as we set sail for home. My mind began to shift to the events of what had happened on that godforsaken island, the fear, aggression and death that had surrounded us day and night. I shook myself from these thoughts and focussed myself to the present moment, I was cramped in a minute cabin surrounded by the boys who had tried to burn me merely hours before but how could I blame them for the crimes of the merciless dictator jack and his vile hunters. I sat here for what seemed like an eternity haunted by things I had seen, I thought of piggy as he looked into my soul with his dying breath, I felt cold and isolated on a boat full of cutthroat murderers and savages. I had to let go, the past was the past and there was nothing I could do or say to change what had happened. After all, I had survived and I was going home to a family who loved me and life would go on, I would finally be a normal English boy again all these thoughts raced through my head until it stopped on one thought in particular, would I ever be the same again?
By Nathan Beaton
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