3 Months Later… It took three months for the boys to finally arrive at their original destination, find suitable homes, and begin to adjust to them. It took three months to plan a funeral for their dear friends Simon and Piggy.

A boy with fair hair was standing near a set of twins, reading and re-reading his speeches while the twins were looking out among the guests, many of whom had been on the island months before.  Everyone was wearing the nicest clothes that they could find, though some of the little-uns weren’t. As the last couple of kids straggled in through the doors of the small rundown church, Ralph straightened and began walking to the front. As his eyes scanned the crowd, he saw faces of people he had known, faces of people he had fought, and faces of people he had trusted. These people had turned against him and had joined Jack, killing pigs and humans, which turned them wild and uncivilized. But there were no traces of savagery in them now.  

Ralph took a deep breath and started reading his eulogies to Simon and Piggy. They were short, but the messages were clear. They were poems that the fair-haired boy had written during the time from leaving the island to now. Ralph knew the moment that he got onto the ship, that he wanted to have a funeral; it didn’t have to be a large one, but it did have to include everyone, including Jack and his friends- even though they were the reason Simon and Piggy were dead. Back then, they had been separated and wild, Jack’s tribe against Ralph’s and eventually against just Ralph- they all had some sort of power that they didn’t have now.  Now they all were in this country where they have very little power over what happened; they can relate to each other again.

Ralph knew that Jack and his troops could not be punished physically, but they now understood how wrong it was kill two innocent kids. This funeral was to recognize an event that happened that was wrong, and to help stitch together wounds, that would eventually heal but would still leave scars.