There is no doubt that the island has changed us. Our isolation has warped our minds and turned us into the very beast we feared. However, there was one person, despite the savagery and chaos, who carried the voice of reason through every struggle he faced. And now he’s gone, taken away by the same brute force that he’s spent his whole life fighting against.
I clearly remember our first day on the island, back when we all were young and naive. Piggy was the first boy I met, but I admit I initially found him annoying. While I swam in pools of blue water, climbed rocks, and rejoiced in my new freedom away from adults, Piggy’s warnings jolted me from my fantasies and encouraged me to take responsibility. Piggy was not particularly well liked by other boys; his “ass-mar” (as he’d pronounce it), his weight, and his eyeglasses made him an easy target to pick on, yet he remained strong. I doubt any of you are capable of dealing with all the bullying he faced. …show more content…
He’s the one who discovered the conch that came to symbolize order and our new society. Due to his asthma, he was the only one who knew how to blow it. We called our first meeting using the conch, me as chief and Piggy as my right-hand man. Our meeting was laughably disorganized, but without my orders Piggy started taking roll call. He was literally the only one smart and responsible enough to think of the importance of knowing how many of us were on the island. Piggy was incredibly resourceful and maintained peace; he developed the rule that the person holding the conch gets to speak, and he even used his specs to light fires. Because of Piggy’s ingenuity, we all