Blog # 11 Island in ruins

A boy burst at full sprint from the jungle, gasping he slowed and coughed his eyes watering he looked up. The air was thick with black smoke, and flames ripped and slashed through the remaining tree, they exploded with a slight popping noise and sent a shower of spark flying in to the air. The boy flinched as a faint ululation Echoed through the jungle. More boys, 40 or fifty came tearing gout of the jungle waving sharp sticks, and formed a semicircle around the boy. They were Elaborately decorated wearing masks of red clay streaked and stained by the smoke. They turned and stared dumbly and their sticks fell from their slackening grips. it was odd really they were covered from head to foot in mud spotted and striped like a tribe of wild animals and a few were grasping their stomachs their fingers stained red with blood.
"Hello.." Nervously I approached the boys, and the one in the middle glancing around managed a few words though it looks like it pained him.
"Hello" he heaved himself off the ground with obvious effort, and one hand over his ribs he stood surrounded by a group of boys. He wasn’t wearing paint, he had on a pair of shorts with long shaggy hair that covered most of his eyes, and he looked thin. He had a large purple, yellow bruise under his hand resting on his chest, but he managed to stand tall. I couldn't see any adults here, al of the boys looked at most twelve year old, someone of hem were short enough to be six.
"Having a war were you?" I laughed a bit, the fire still raged around the island, and there hadn’t been a recent storm so they must have set it. I couldn’t fathom why. But taken aback the boys nodded lowering his eyes.
"Yes"
"Where are the adults? Are they putting out the fire?" They must have been shipwrecked or something, if there weren’t any adults.
"There are none, we are alone."
"Is everybody ok? The smoke nobody died, right?" Easily someone could be trapped in he fire, in their odd war game maybe,
"Just two, theve gone now, out to sea." The boys visibly shrank back Cowering behind the standing one.
A few more boys came running out of the forest, jumping out and onto the stand. They were smaller and carrying sticks sharpened to a point. One ran up to me.
"Im...My name is...." He sank to the ground in tears, he had forgotten. I couldn’t even visualize forgetting my name. i had to get off the islnd quick and so did the boys the smoke was thickening.
"How many of you are there you can come home."
"We don’t know, not after the fire."
'Umm when who is the leader." A tall boy with red hair and spectacles in his hand stood up and shrank back.
"I am" Said the standing boy hotly.
'We saw smoke, how many are you so we can take you back?"
He shook his head.
"Really, two deaths a huge fire and war paint. Really British boys should have had huts, a signal fire, some sort of order!”
""The conch...It was like that before..."
"Must have been fun though you know stranded on an island!"
At these words all the boys crumpled they cried and cried staying closer together for comfort. it was a bit embarrassing really we needed to get back. I decided to wait calmly until they had finished then I could take them back to civilization. The boat shimmered in the distance, I itched to get back on and we would have to make a detour to get these boys back home. I wonder how long they had been here, they looked worn and thin. We owuld have to get them some food, and make it back to Britan before we entered into the war zone.