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Ch.7 Journal

     Dear Bestfriend/Diary, Today was an okay day. The boys stop to eat as they traveled up the mountain. I gazed disconsolately at the choppy ocean and muses on the fact that the boys have become slovenly and undisciplined. I looked out at the vast expense of the water, I felt weird. Kind of like a wall blocking any chance of the boys escaping.
     That afternoon, the hunters found pig droppings, and jack suggests they hunt the pig while they continue to search for the beast. Of course the boys agreed and they ended up tracking a large boar, which lead them on a wild chase.
     Night time falls, and I suggested we wait until morning to climb he mountain because it was very difficult to hunt the monster at night. Jack tried to challenge me to join the hunt at first I was unsure of it, then I finally agreed. Jack, Roger, and I all began to climb the mountain. Roger and I got to the top and saw a terrifying specter, a large, shadowy form with the shape of a giant ape, making strange flapping sounds in the wind. Quickly the boys hurried down the mountain to war the rest.
    
    
    

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