Blog 11: Wars Everywhere

Heavy smoke filled the air, which then attacked to my lungs. I heard the ululation of scared boys. These strident cries came from all directions of this island. Fist, i was scared to see what they looked like, were they natives?
A very dirty boy heaved himself out from a thicket, panting like a sick dog. He was soaked in sweat, his long hair almost covering his sorrow eyes. He was alone, and bloody almost everywhere.
Dozens of other boys followed, red and green paint covered their tan skin. I asked the small boy in front a few questions and he gave me short replies, not ready to elaborate, probably still really shocked that i am here.
From what i could tell or understood, all these boys were alone, no adults on this island. I also figured out, that the small boy in front of me was their leader. However when I asked, a redheaded boy seemed like he was about to reply but then i saw him cower when the leader spoke up. I shuddered at the thought of what these proper British school boys could be capable of what we do in war.

"Have you come here to rescue us?" the boy finally spoke. i laughed put my hands on my aching hips, accidentally revealing a gun on my belt. the boy bounced back in fear like I was going to kill them. I kinda realized he must have had some bad experience on this island.

"relax, its fine, i am not going to hurt you. I'm only here to help you. looks like you've been playing some fun games?" i said. he didn't take it well. "no death, i hope?"

"two..." he grumbled softly. i just couldn't visualize boy killing other boys. the thought was so horrible, people killing each other.
I then looked at my ship sitting on the horizon. i looked at all the machine guns and weaponry on my ship. then, I closed my eyes and told myself, knowing that i was not one to talk.