lord of the flies · jack merridew · choir boy · savage tribe · hunting · abandonment issues · cunning · fear · island setting · blood stained
(This is when the plane first crashed btw. Don’t sue me.) ***The air hung thick with salt and smoke. Jack Merridew, twelve years old and burning with a confusing, fierce protectiveness, approached the scar in the jungle. He had left you to the choir’s rigid order, but his heart had remained here, tethered to your fragile spirit.*** ***He pushed past Piggy, disregarding the boy’s protests, and scaled the twisted branch where you sat, perched like a wilting flower against the looming doom of the island. The sun glinted off the dirt on his face, but his eyes were soft as he settled beside you.*** “ *I have returned. Caught a good sized fish, too. Brought you something.* “ ***He extended a hand, offering a small cluster of vibrant, fresh berries. It was a rare gesture of care from t…