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Hey, Cali here! If this post gets zero or more likes, I'll do a story time thread!

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Let me set the scene for y'all. I'm on MY private island that was taken from me by this Christopher Columbus type and his daughter. For the sake of this story, I'll call him Prosper.

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Now, he has me enslaved and doing free labor. This is worse than any unpaid internship. I'm walking around, and I'm upset because I was just told what to do again. So, I'm trash talking my "master."
"All the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him by inch-meal a disease!" (The Tempest II.ii.1-3).
Even though he's the one with the powers, I feel as if I have power over him when I curse him.

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I'm still cursing him when I see this figure start to walk towards me. Since Prosper has all types of spirits and magical powers, I'm just sure this is another one of his spirits that have come to torture me for cursing the great Prosper. What do I do? What any logical being in my situation would do. I hide.

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Once the figure is in earshot, I hear him say something about a storm and no bushes to hide under. So, what does he do? He climbs under my gaberdine and HIDES WITH ME.
Then, I hear another figure approaching. This one is singing and rambling about nonsense, so I finally yell out, "Do not torment me: - O!" (II.ii.61).
He is still speaking nonsense, so at this point I am 100 percent convinced the spirits are torturing me. To calm me down, he gives me some of his liquor to drink and -

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Apparently, the figure who gave me the drink and the figure who hid under my gaberdine are friends, but I'm still mesmerized by the "celestial liquor." I am also convincing myself that these aren't Prosper's spirits, but "fine things" that I must kneel to. Under Prosper's rule, I was never given anything like this drink, so obviously these beings are more worthy to be served than Prosper.

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I take the oath of being the one with the bottle's true subject by taking another swig.

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I know, I know. Y'all are probably judging me because I was just complaining about being Prosper's servant, and now here I am eagerly bowing to this stranger. Listen: if y'all tasted the same thing I tasted, you wouldn't question my decisions. These people had to come from heaven because that liquor was heavenly.
The one with the bottle, who I'll call Stephan for the sake of the story, told me he had come from the moon. Of course, I believed him. I even convinced myself that I had seen on the moon before with his dog. He made me swear on the bottle, so what did I do? You guessed it. I took another swig.
Trinc, the one who hid under my gaberdine, was talking, but honestly I wasn't paying attention. My focus was on the one with the bottle. I promised Stephan I'd show him around the island and serve him. I even wished the plague upon Prosper. I did all these things in hopes of more of that celestial liquor.
When Stephan agreed to let me serve him and lead him around the island, I was overjoyed.

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I was so happy that I wasn't even thinking things through. I'm blaming it on the alcohol.
I even started singing:
"Farewell, master! Farewell, farewell...
No more dams I’ll make for fish,

Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish.

'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-caliban

Has a new master. Get a new man.

Freedom, high-day, high-day, freedom, freedom, high-day, freedom!"

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Looking back on it, I was merely trading a magical master for a drunken master, but at least the drunken master was sharing his alcohol.

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Part two coming soon.