Empire Island: A Short Story

toward the bridge, passing the bodies of crewmen as they slipped in the blood that covered the floor. They burst through the door of the bridge with their knives drawn.
“What do you think you’re doing in here? Why are you covered in blood?” Cried the captain in terror as he stared at the boy's, hair dyed red with the blood still dripping from the gnarled ends..
“I’m the chief of this tribe and we want to go back to the island, now do as I say or I’ll have my tribesmen kill you all, just like we did to the rest of your crew.” Roger cackled while looking at the captain with an ugly grin across his face.
“This is madness you killed my crew,” sobbed the captain staring at the blood. “I will not take you back to society, you are beasts, I tell you, beasts. Helmsman; turn us around, we’re taking these savages back to the island.”
“But captain,” protested the helmsman.

“Yes captain,” stammered the helmsmen. “Turning 180 degrees.” The ship turned and headed back towards the island. The boys remained on the bridge until the island was in sight again. By this time, night had fallen. The savages joyfully followed their chief through the hallways, and when they got to Jack, the chief took Piggy’s broken glasses with him.
“We’ll need these to make a fire for the ritual,” the chief placed them on his belt, just like the now-deceased Jack had done so long ago. They boarded the boat the adults had used to bring them to the ship in, and rowed with their bare hands back to the island. When they finally landed on shore, they turned to see the ship already in the distance.
“They will not return, now to build a fire so that the hunt may forever continue,” the chief cried as he and his savages disappeared into the