Creative Writing

I can’t write when someone gives me something to write about.

Character – Naval Officer from Lord of the Flies.

The officer peered out into the darkness.  Nothing to see but inky blackness.
“Anything out there?” he asks the darkness, his breath misting on the window.  
“Nothing” answered the dark room behind him, “I haven’t picked anything up on the radar for hours now”.  
“I wasn’t asking you Shaw”  the officer whispered under his breath.
He placed his hands on the window sill, staring deeper into the darkness. The strangest thing had happened a few weeks ago.  He had been patrolling the pacific ocean on his cruiser when one of the ships hands had spotted smoke on the horizon, against his better judgement he had ordered helm towards the smoke.  As they approached the fuzzy outline of an island appeared over the horizon. They landed on the island to discover the tropical forest ablaze. He was about to return to the cruiser when a loud cry sounded out of the forest, the echoing ululation of a hunter, there were people on the island.  He had switched on his radio to inform the crew that the island might be inhabited, when a small Blond haired boy came tearing out of a forest and collapsed at his feet. Then a procession of boys with painted faces and long sticks came tearing out of the forest after him. The stopped in shock when they saw him.  They must have been playing some type of game. The boy in the sand looked up and saw him. The officer had exchanged a few words with the boy before he broke down in tears, and then they had all started crying, apparently there had been two boys killed on the island. He took them onto the boat and told the helm to take them back to England.  The officer had talked to the boys a bit more, a red haired boy who said his name was Jack told him the boys were on a plane that had crashed on the island. When he tried to talk to him about the time on the however island he all got quiet and nervous, like a disobedient child does when they are asked about their misbehavior, he must have still been in shock from the plane crash.  The blond haired boy, who said his name was Ralph said something about having a father in the air force. When the officer had asked him about what happened on the island. He had started talking about a boy called piggy, said something about a conch shell and a fire before he had burst into tears, after that he had refused to answer anymore questions. After that he had dropped the boys of at the port, the admiral had given him a reward for his service, then sent him right back out again. Now he was here.
“Sir” Shaw’s uncertain voice penetrated the still room. “I’m picking something up about 20 miles northeast of us”
“What is it” Asked the officer absently, his mind still out in the darkness.
“Looks like a ship or a U-boat or something, -ahh whatever it is it’s moving towards us!”
The officer pulled himself out of the darkness and back into the world of the cruiser.

“Ready the torpedoes”