They set about implementing a framework from which they could work on in order to achieve this with a hierarchy being established along with a set of rules - one being that no one can speak at formal gatherings unless they are in possession of a conch. Despite the best of intentions, this new order was gradually eroded away with differences of opinion and also paranoia seeping into their minds about a mythical beast - a tale that one faction uses to gain support from the other by promising to kill it.
The new order quickly descended into chaos and the paradisiacal utopia that the boys hoped to establish was destroyed when the conch was smashed leaving anarchy to reign. It only came to a halt when a naval officer arrived on the island having seen it, from the deck of his boat, go up in flames. Presented with a stern figure of authority, those boys who were still alive quickly regressed from the feral nature they had developed and went back to their former selves.
There are similarities. Back in the summer of 2012, Rangers as we knew it were liquidated. The old club had racked up millions of debt and were unable to save themselves by agreeing a CVA with their creditors. Rangers had to start again and given a generous entry into the third tier of Scottish League football without going through the tense drama of a election process with Highland and East of Scotland league clubs which had been the process in the past. Nevertheless, here was a golden opportunity to start afresh, learn from the mistakes of old, detoxify the image created by their previous guise and build up a forward-thinking, well-run football club.
However, like the boys in Golding's island, those running the show at Rangers have betrayed the dream and cocked it up.
A chance to build a club from the base up was scorned upon with the tie and blazers throwing money around on daft salaries and inflated contracts, while ensuring that they themselves didn't want for quail's eggs and foie gras at tea-time. Basically, they carried on as if the previous decade of reckless financial abandonment had never happened.
Putting in a board of directors well-versed in prudent book-keeping and a coaching structure which would develop promising young talent was anathema to the wannabe Caligulas prancing around the corridors of Ibrox. 'Let's see how much we can cream off the top for ourselves and get back to the Premier League by paying ageing has-beens monopoly money' appears to be the attitude that has prevailed.
Not to mention not leaving yourself rich for the picking when a fat cat wants to square up to another rotund moggy in a power struggle. Which is what we have right now. Mike Ashley on one side, Dave King on the other with a mischief of mice all scurrying behind their chosen big feline who they hope won't eat them.
Ashley has seen a distressed football club which is ripe for him to feast on and make a quick buck out of as well. His time in charge of Newcastle United has shown he has little interest in building up a team that can compete for honours while developing a thriving youth policy as well. Rangers to him will be another shop front to promote his "Sports Direct" brand. Those fans who want their club to have title-deciding clashes with Celtic again as well as a return of the European cup-tie nights at Ibrox had best forget it. As shown at Newcastle, he doesn't give a hoot about any of that. He has wealth off the radar alright but he's not going use it to bring back the old club's glory days.
So going with the alternative of Dave King is the only option then? After all, he's a Rangers supporter and was once on the old club's board. Surely the 'right sort' for the people? Well here's the problem. Were Dave King to win this power struggle, the mire of chaos and uncertainty would still hover over Ibrox like the sword of Damocles. The supporters may be backing him but either they are blinded by their anti-Ashley rage or they have very short memories. It wasn't that long ago that King's type of character walked into Ibrox and destroyed it. King should remember that dark period very well. He was on Craig Whyte's board at the time of the old club going into administration back in February 2012.
When the old club fell into the abyss, a constant accusation to the media was "why didn't you find out about what this man was really like?" Mark Daly of the BBC did reveal it just a few months after Whyte had taken over with his insightful investigation that was broadcast in the autumn of 2011. However, some fans adopted a 'my club right and wrong' stance and accused BBC Scotland of trying to do a hatchet job on their then-lord and master.
Fast forward to January 2015 and it is open knowledge that when he was in South Africa, Dave King had pleaded guilty to 41 counts of various contraventions of section 75 of the South African Income Tax Act. Mr King was given the choice of 24 months for each of those counts in prison, or to hand over R706.7million (more than £40m) to the South African Revenue Service for personal income tax. He paid up.
So like Whyte, King has a dodgy past only this time, everyone knows about it. Yet bizarrely enough, the same fans that lambasted the media for not doing enough to dig up Whyte's shady dealings have decided to turn a blind eye to King's own criminal misdemeanours.
'Ah but King's a Rangers man' is the usual response. However, Whyte was also a Rangers supporter that was greeted with open arms too and look how that panned out. Not to mention that the SFA are also forewarned with this knowledge as well and cannot plead ignorance like they did with Whyte should King beat Ashley in the power struggle when it comes to deciding on whether or not he meets their 'fit and proper person to run a football club' criteria.
Meanwhile, as the messy farce continues to play itself out, the metaphorical conch lies smashed at the bottom of Ibrox's old marble staircase. This is a scenario which, like the end of Golding's novel, needs its own naval officer figure to step in a call a halt to this nonsense - a Bill Struth type figure if you will. A man who can set about laying down the foundations of a well-run football club and bring some order back into the place.
It's probably just as well that a bust of the legendary Mr Struth overlooks the shattered conch because lord knows what the man himself would make of this sorry affair.