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The Sound of the Shell
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon1. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards2 with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another.
“Hi!” it said, “wait a minute!”
The undergrowth at the side of the scar was shaken and a multitude of raindrops fell pattering.
“Wait a minute,” the voice said, “I got caught up.”
The fair boy stopped and jerked his stockings with an automatic gesture that made the jungle seem for a moment like the Home Counties.
“I can’t hardly move with all these creeper things.”
The owner of the voice came backing out of the undergrowth so that twigs5 scratched on a greasy6 wind-breaker. The naked crooks7 of his knees were plump, caught and scratched by thorns. He bent8 down, removed the thorns carefully, and turned round. He was shorter than the fair boy and very fat. He came forward, searching out safe lodgements for his feet, and then looked up through thick spectacles.
“Where’s the man with the megaphone?”
The fair boy shook his head.
“This is an island. At least I think it’s an island. That’s a reef out in the sea. Perhaps there aren’t any grown-ups anywhere.”
The fat boy looked startled.
“There was that pilot. But he wasn’t in the passenger tube, he was up in the cabin in front.”
The fair boy was peering at the reef through screwed-up eyes.
“All them other kids,” the fat boy went on. “Some of them must have got out. They must have, mustn’t they?”
The fair boy began to pick his way as casually10 as possible towards the water. He tried to be offhand11 and not too obviously uninterested, but the fat boy hurried after him.
“Aren’t there any grown-ups at all?”
“I don’t think so.”
The fair boy said this solemnly; but then the delight of a realized ambition overcame him. In the middle of the scar he stood on his head and grinned at the reversed fat boy.
“No grown-ups!”
The fat boy thought for a moment.
“That pilot.”
The fair boy allowed his feet to come down and sat on the steamy earth.
“He must have flown off after he dropped us. He couldn’t land here. Not in a plane with wheels.”
“We was attacked!”
“He’ll be back all right.”
The fat boy shook his head.
“When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows. I saw the other part of the plane. There were flames coming out of it.”
He looked up and down the scar.
“And this is what the tube done.”
The fair boy reached out and touched the jagged end of a trunk. For a moment he looked interested.
“What happened to it?” he asked. “Where’s it got to now?”
“That storm dragged it out to sea. It wasn’t half dangerous with all them tree trunks falling. There must have been some kids still in it.”
He hesitated for a moment then spoke again.
“What’s your name?”
“Ralph.”
The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer12 of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy called Ralph smiled vaguely13, stood up, and began to make his way once more towards the lagoon. The fat boy hung steadily14 at his shoulder.
Ralph shook his head and increased his speed. Then he tripped over a branch and came down with a crash.
The fat boy stood by him, breathing hard.
“Ass-mar?”
“That’s right. Can’t catch me breath. I was the only boy in our school what had asthma,” said the fat boy with a touch of pride. “And I’ve been wearing specs since I was three.”
He took off his glasses and held them out to Ralph, blinking and smiling, and then started to wipe them against his grubby wind-breaker. An expression of pain and inward concentration altered the pale contours of his face. He smeared17 the sweat from his cheeks and quickly adjusted the spectacles on his nose.
“Them fruit.”
He glanced round the scar.
“Them fruit,” he said, “I expect——”
“I’ll be out again in just a minute——”
Ralph disentangled himself cautiously and stole away through the branches. In a few seconds the fat boy’s grunts23 were behind him and he was hurrying towards the screen that still lay between him and the lagoon. He climbed over a broken trunk and was out of the jungle.
The shore was fledged with palm trees. These stood or leaned or reclined against the light and their green feathers were a hundred feet up in the air. The ground beneath them was a bank covered with coarse grass, torn everywhere by the upheavals25 of fallen trees, scattered with decaying coconuts26 and palm saplings. Behind this was the darkness of the forest proper and the open space of the scar. Ralph stood, one hand against a grey trunk, and screwed up his eyes against the shimmering27 water. Out there, perhaps a mile away, the white surf flinked on a coral reef, and beyond that the open sea was dark blue. Within the irregular arc of coral the lagoon was still as a mountain lake,—blue of all shades and shadowy green and purple. The beach between the palm terrace and the water was a thin bow-stave, endless apparently28, for to Ralph’s left the perspectives of palm and beach and water drew to a point at infinity29; and always, almost visible, was the heat.
He jumped down from the terrace. The sand was thick over his black shoes and the heat hit him. He became conscious of the weight of clothes, kicked his shoes off fiercely and ripped off each stocking with its elastic30 garter in a single movement. Then he leapt back on the terrace, pulled off his shirt, and stood there among the skull-like coco-nuts with green shadows from the palms and the forest sliding over his skin. He undid31 the snake-clasp of his belt, lugged32 off his shorts and pants, and stood there naked, looking at the dazzling beach and the water.
He was old enough, twelve years and a few months, to have lost the prominent tummy of childhood; and not yet old enough for adolescence33 to have made him awkward. You could see now that he might make a boxer34, as far as width and heaviness of shoulders went, but there was a mildness about his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil. He patted the palm trunk softly; and, forced at last to believe in the reality of the island, laughed delightedly again and stood on his head. He turned neatly35 on to his feet, jumped down to the beach, knelt and swept a double armful of sand into a pile against his chest. Then he sat back and looked at the water with bright, excited eyes.
“Ralph——”
The fat boy lowered himself over the terrace and sat down carefully, using the edge as a seat.
“I’m sorry I been such a time. Them fruit——”
He wiped his glasses and adjusted them on his button nose. The frame had made a deep, pink “V” on the bridge. He looked critically at Ralph’s golden body and then down at his own clothes. He laid a hand on the end of a zipper36 that extended down his chest.
“My auntie——”
Then he opened the zipper with decision and pulled the whole wind-breaker over his head.
“There!”
Ralph looked at him side-long and said nothing.
“I expect we’ll want to know all their names,” said the fat boy, “and make a list. We ought to have a meeting.”
Ralph did not take the hint so the fat boy was forced to continue.
“I don’t care what they call me,” he said confidentially37, “so long as they don’t call me what they used to call me at school.”
Ralph was faintly interested.
“What was that?”
The fat boy glanced over his shoulder, then leaned towards Ralph.
He whispered.
“They used to call me ‘Piggy’.”
“Piggy! Piggy!”
“Ralph—please!”
Piggy clasped his hands in apprehension39.
“I said I didn’t want——”
“Piggy! Piggy!”
Ralph danced out into the hot air of the beach and then returned as a fighter-plane, with wings swept back, and machine-gunned Piggy.
“Sche-aa-ow!”
He dived in the sand at Piggy’s feet and lay there laughing.
“Piggy!”
Piggy grinned reluctantly, pleased despite himself at even this much recognition.
“So long as you don’t tell the others——”
“Half a sec’.”
Here the beach was interrupted abruptly42 by the square motif43 of the landscape; a great platform of pink granite44 thrust up uncompromisingly through forest and terrace and sand and lagoon to make a raised jetty four feet high. The top of this was covered with a thin layer of soil and coarse grass and shaded with young palm trees. There was not enough soil for them to grow to any height and when they reached perhaps twenty feet they fell and dried, forming a criss-cross pattern of trunks, very convenient to sit on. The palms that still stood made a green roof, covered on the underside with a quivering tangle20 of reflections from the lagoon. Ralph hauled himself on to this platform, noted45 the coolness and shade, shut one eye, and decided46 that the shadows on his body were really green. He picked his way to the seaward edge of the platform and stood looking down into the water. It was clear to the bottom and bright with the efflorescence of tropical weed and coral. A school of tiny, glittering fish flicked47 hither and thither48. Ralph spoke to himself, sounding the bass49 strings50 of delight.
“Whizzoh!”
Beyond the platform there was more enchantment51. Some act of God—a typhoon perhaps, or the storm that had accompanied his own arrival—had banked sand inside the lagoon so that there was a long, deep pool in the beach with a high ledge24 of pink granite at the further end. Ralph had been deceived before now by the specious52 appearance of depth in a beach pool and he approached this one preparing to be disappointed. But the island ran true to form and the incredible pool, which clearly was only invaded by the sea at high tide, was so deep at one end as to be dark green. Ralph inspected the whole thirty yards carefully and then plunged54 in. The water was warmer than his blood and he might have been swimming in a huge bath.
“You can’t half swim.”
“Piggy.”
Piggy took off his shoes and socks, ranged them carefully on the ledge, and tested the water with one toe.
“It’s hot!”
“What did you expect?”
“I didn’t expect nothing. My auntie——”
“Sucks to your auntie!”
Ralph did a surface dive and swam under water with his eyes open; the sandy edge of the pool loomed56 up like a hillside. He turned over, holding his nose, and a golden light danced and shattered just over his face. Piggy was looking determined57 and began to take off his shorts. Presently he was palely and fatly naked. He tip-toed down the sandy side of the pool, and sat there up to his neck in water smiling proudly at Ralph.
“Aren’t you going to swim?”
Piggy shook his head.
“I can’t swim. I wasn’t allowed. My asthma——”
“Sucks to your ass-mar!”
“You can’t half swim well.”
Ralph paddled backwards59 down the slope, immersed his mouth and blew a jet of water into the air. Then he lifted his chin and spoke.
“I could swim when I was five. Daddy taught me. He’s a commander in the Navy. When he gets leave he’ll come and rescue us. What’s your father?”
Piggy flushed suddenly.
“My dad’s dead,” he said quickly, “and my mum——”
He took off his glasses and looked vainly for something with which to clean them.
“I used to live with my auntie. She kept a sweet-shop. I used to get ever so many sweets. As many as I liked. When’ll your dad rescue us?”
“Soon as he can.”
Piggy rose dripping from the water and stood naked, cleaning his glasses with a sock. The only sound that reached them now through the heat of the morning was the long, grinding roar of the breakers on the reef.
“How does he know we’re here?”
Ralph lolled in the water. Sleep enveloped60 him like the swathing mirages61 that were wrestling with the brilliance62 of the lagoon.
“How does he know we’re here?”
Because, thought Ralph, because, because. The roar from the reef became very distant.
“They’d tell him at the airport.”
Piggy shook his head, put on his flashing glasses and looked down at Ralph.
“Not them. Didn’t you hear what the pilot said? About the atom bomb? They’re all dead.”
Piggy persisted.
“This is an island, isn’t it?”
“I climbed a rock,” said Ralph slowly, “and I think this is an island.”
“They’re all dead,” said Piggy, “an’ this is an island. Nobody don’t know we’re here. Your dad don’t know, nobody don’t know——”
His lips quivered and the spectacles were dimmed with mist.
“We may stay here till we die.”
With that word the heat seemed to increase till it became a threatening weight and the lagoon attacked them with a blinding effulgence64.
“Get my clothes,” muttered Ralph. “Along there.”
He trotted through the sand, enduring the sun’s enmity, crossed the platform and found his scattered clothes. To put on a grey shirt once more was strangely pleasing. Then he climbed the edge of the platform add sat in the green shade on a convenient trunk. Piggy hauled himself up, carrying most of his clothes under his arms. Then he sat carefully on a fallen trunk near the little cliff that fronted the lagoon; and the tangled reflections quivered over him.
Presently he spoke.
“We got to find the others. We got to do something.”
Ralph said nothing. Here was a coral island. Protected from the sun, ignoring Piggy’s ill-omened talk, he dreamed pleasantly.
Piggy insisted.
“How many of us are there?”
Ralph came forward and stood by Piggy.
“I don’t know.”
Here and there, little breezes crept over the polished waters beneath the haze65 of heat. When these breezes reached the platform the palm-fronds would whisper, so that spots of blurred67 sunlight slid over their bodies or moved like bright, winged things in the shade.
Piggy looked up at Ralph. All the shadows on Ralph’s face were reversed; green above, bright below from the lagoon. A blur66 of sunlight was crawling across his hair.
“We got to do something.”
Ralph looked through him. Here at last was the imagined but never fully9 realized place leaping into real life. Ralph’s lips parted in a delighted smile and Piggy, taking this smile to himself as a mark of recognition, laughed with pleasure.
“If it really is an island——”
“What’s that?”
Ralph had stopped smiling and was pointing into the lagoon. Something creamy lay among the ferny weeds.
“A stone.”
“No. A shell.”
Suddenly Piggy was a-bubble with decorous excitement.
“S’right. It’s a shell! I seen one like that before. On someone’s back wall. A conch he called it. He used to blow it and then his mum would come. It’s ever so valuable——”
Near to Ralph’s elbow, a palm sapling leaned out over the lagoon. Indeed, the weight was already pulling a lump from the poor soil and soon it would fall. He tore out the stem and began to poke4 about in the water, while the brilliant fish flicked away on this side and that. Piggy leaned dangerously.
“Careful! You’ll break it——”
“Shut up.”
Ralph spoke absently. The shell was interesting and pretty and a worthy68 plaything: but the vivid phantoms69 of his day-dream still interposed between him and Piggy, who in this context was an irrelevance70. The palm sapling, bending, pushed the shell across the weeds. Ralph used one hand as a fulcrum71 and pressed down with the other till the shell rose, dripping, and Piggy could make a grab.
Now the shell was no longer a thing seen but not to be touched, Ralph too became excited. Piggy babbled72:
“—a conch; ever so expensive. I bet if you wanted to buy one, you’d have to pay pounds and pounds and pounds—he had it on his garden wall, and my auntie——”
Ralph took the shell from Piggy and a little water ran down his arm. In colour the shell was deep cream, touched here and there with fading pink. Between the point, worn away into a little hole, and the pink lips of the mouth, lay eighteen inches of shell with a slight spiral twist and covered with a delicate, embossed pattern. Ralph shook sand out of the deep tube.
“—moo-ed like a cow,” he said. “He had some white stones too, an’ a bird cage with a green parrot. He didn’t blow the white stones, of course, an’ he said——”
Piggy paused for breath and stroked the glistening73 thing that lay in Ralph’s hands.
“Ralph!”
Ralph looked up.
“We can use this to call the others. Have a meeting. They’ll come when they hear us——”
He beamed at Ralph.
“That was what you meant, didn’t you? That’s why you got the conch out of the water?”
Ralph pushed back his fair hair.
“How did your friend blow the conch?”
“He kind of spat74,” said Piggy. “My auntie wouldn’t let me blow on account of my asthma. He said you blew from down here.” Piggy laid a hand on his jutting75 abdomen76. “You try, Ralph. You’ll call the others.”
Doubtfully, Ralph laid the small end of the shell against his mouth and blew. There came a rushing sound from its mouth but nothing more. Ralph wiped the salt water off his lips and tried again, but the shell remained silent.
“He kind of spat.”
Ralph pursed his lips and squirted air into the shell, which emitted a low, farting noise. This amused both boys so much that Ralph went on squirting for some minutes, between bouts77 of laughter.
“He blew from down here.”
Ralph grasped the idea and hit the shell with air from his diaphragm. Immediately the thing sounded. A deep, harsh note boomed under the palms, spread through the intricacies of the forest and echoed back from the pink granite of the mountain. Clouds of birds rose from the tree-tops, and something squealed78 and ran in the undergrowth.
Ralph took the shell away from his lips.
“Gosh!”
His ordinary voice sounded like a whisper after the harsh note of the conch. He laid the conch against his lips, took a deep breath and blew once more. The note boomed again: and then at his firmer pressure, the note, fluking up an octave, became a strident blare more penetrating79 than before. Piggy was shouting something, his face pleased, his glasses flashing. The birds cried, small animals scuttered. Ralph’s breath failed; the note dropped the octave, became a low wubber, was a rush of air.
The conch was silent, a gleaming tusk80; Ralph’s face was dark with breathlessness and the air over the island was full of bird-clamour and echoes ringing.
“I bet you can hear that for miles.”
Ralph found his breath and blew a series of short blasts.
Piggy exclaimed: “There’s one!”
A child had appeared among the palms, about a hundred yards along the beach. He was a boy of perhaps six years, sturdy and fair, his clothes torn, his face covered with a sticky mess of fruit. His trousers had been lowered for an obvious purpose and had only been pulled back half-way. He jumped off the palm terrace into the sand and his trousers fell about his ankles; he stepped out of them and trotted to the platform. Piggy helped him up. Meanwhile Ralph continued to blow till voices shouted in the forest. The small boy squatted81 in front of Ralph, looking up brightly and vertically83. As he received the reassurance84 of something purposeful being done he began to look satisfied, and his only clean digit85, a pink thumb, slid into his mouth.
Piggy leaned down to him.
“What’s yer name?”
“Johnny.”
Piggy muttered the name to himself and then shouted it to Ralph, who was not interested because he was still blowing. His face was dark with the violent pleasure of making this stupendous noise, and his heart was making the stretched shirt shake. The shouting in the forest was nearer.
Signs of life were visible now on the beach. The sand, trembling beneath the heat-haze, concealed86 many figures in its miles of length; boys were making their way towards the platform through the hot, dumb sand. Three small children, no older than Johnny, appeared from startlingly close at hand where they had been gorging87 fruit in the forest. A dark little boy, not much younger than Piggy, parted a tangle of undergrowth, walked on to the platform, and smiled cheerfully at everybody. More and more of them came. Taking their cue from the innocent Johnny, they sat down on the fallen palm trunks and waited. Ralph continued to blow short, penetrating blasts. Piggy moved among the crowd, asking names and frowning to remember them. The children gave him the same simple obedience88 that they had given to the men with megaphones. Some were naked and carrying their clothes: others half-naked, or more-or-less dressed, in school uniforms; grey, blue, fawn89, jacketed or jerseyed. There were badges, mottoes even, stripes of colour in stockings and pullovers. Their heads clustered above the trunks in the green shade; heads brown, fair, black, chestnut90, sandy, mouse-coloured; heads muttering, whispering, heads full of eyes that watched Ralph and speculated. Something was being done.
The children who came along the beach, singly or in twos, leapt into visibility when they crossed the line from heat-haze to nearer sand. Here, the eye was first attracted to a black, bat-like creature that danced on the sand, and only later perceived the body above it. The bat was the child’s shadow, shrunk by the vertical82 sun to a patch between the hurrying feet. Even while he blew, Ralph noticed the last pair of bodies that reached the platform above a fluttering patch of black. The two boys, bullet-headed and with hair like tow, flung themselves down and lay grinning and panting at Ralph like dogs. They were twins, and the eye was shocked and incredulous at such cheery duplication. They breathed together, they grinned together, they were chunky and vital. They raised wet lips at Ralph, for they seemed provided with not quite enough skin, so that their profiles were blurred and their mouths pulled open. Piggy bent his flashing glasses to them and could be heard between the blasts, repeating their names.
“Sam, Eric, Sam, Eric.”
Then he got muddled91; the twins shook their heads and pointed53 at each other and the crowd laughed.
At last Ralph ceased to blow and sat there, the conch trailing from one hand, his head bowed on his knees. As the echoes died away so did the laughter, and there was silence.
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lagoon
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| n.泻湖，咸水湖 | |
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spoke
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poke
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twigs
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greasy
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crooks
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bent
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casually
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proffer
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vaguely
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asthma
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smeared
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waded
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boxer
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fawn
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