I believe that I should start by introducing myself. I am Colonel Michael Whitmore of the English Navy. While my crew and I were recently making our way across the Atlantic Ocean we saw enormous amounts of smoke coming from a small island. Our captain shored our cutter and I was the first to leave the boat. Upon leaving I saw a small boy no older then 12, come running from the woods and fall to the ground with a look of terror on his muddy and sweaty face. His clothes were torn probably from the dense forest he had just come bursting out of. I walked over to him as he shivered in terror. The moment he realized me a look of relief and safety spread across his beaten face. Not soon after I had introduced myself another pack of boys come through the foliage. Unlike the boy that I had come to know as Ralph these boys were only wearing belts and covered in red and white war paint. They yielded spears sharpened to a brutal point as they seemed to be chasing after Ralph. Ralph shuddered in fear as he saw them come into view and after they noticed me and my ship they calmed themselves and introduced themselves one by one. They gathered into a small group and I began to ask them questions. They were all from a boarding school in England and had been dropped on the island when their plane was shot down and was forced to make an emergency landing. Then I asked what seemed to them a controversial question, "Who is the leader?" It was answered by the original boy I had met on the beach, Ralph. Another boy who had identified himself as Simon had began to step forward but receded. I'm not sure what went on during there time stranded on this island but it seems they all had some sort of lesson given to them. While searching the island my crew and I found several fire sites, these seemed to be the cause of the larger fire that has consumed the majority of the island. The boys explained that they had been eating fruit and occasionally a pig they caught. The fruit was hard on their small stomachs as the island was littered with feces. Ralph informed me that there were three known deaths during their time on the island. I heard their stories about the beastie and the separation of triodes. Over all it seems that all of the boys would be greatly helped if they returned to their normal routines but unfortunately they were stuck about 4,000 miles from home. 

Ralph