At least I think that's what today is we left on 31 August, and we crashed... I guess it doesn't matter father will be hear soon with the hole of the Royal Navy, I'd better make the best out of my time here though.. It may not be easy. This fat lout who was on the plane is all worries, Piggy I calls 'im, he hates it but i think it right side splitting hilarious, so sucks to his worries, though he did help me find this dandy little shell, It innit much but everybody else seems to think it a great badge of office. There actually are alot of us here, and they all thought i should be leader... except this pretentious little bugger... Jack Merry-do or something he wanted to 'ave a bicker about it so alright I says take your band of choir boys and 'ave an army or wot with 'em. I don't know though we shouldn't be here long so I think i might hack this leader thing.. even with piggy's grumbling and the littluns running amuck.
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