Jack froze up as the boys swarmed past him, pushing, shoving and kicking each other to be among the first to get to the ship. It made sense in a way, how some kids who had just had their civilisation ripped away from them were afraid that they wouldn’t be able to get to the ship before the same thing happens again. Jack’s brain raced back and forth; he was uncertain, should he race ahead to get on the ship, or should he stay behind, hold on to what little power he still had. Of course, any power he once felt was now dwarfed in comparison to the destroyer occupying the horizon. Roger might have been the only boy who Jack knew would be willing to stay, but even he understood how crazy Roger was. Roger was helpful to him when he wanted to establish his dominion over the island, but also the last person Jack would want to stay on an remote island with.