As the storm bury itself into the blue ocean. The waves ripping into the boat, harshly swaying it from side to side.
Miranda stood on the rocky shore, as she watched the boat start to go down. "Please father!", she begged, "Stop this storm, clam it if you must! There are people out on that ship." "No one shall be hurt my child. Only the boat that brings them here." Prospero marked.
Prospero took Miranda back to the hut. "My dear Miranda, please sit down. You are thy too young to remember, though I once was a prince and the Duke of Milan, and you were a princess." "I was what?" Miranda gasped. "You heard me right. My brother, Antonio, made a plot with King Alonso of Naples, to steal my dukedom and try drown us. we once travelled here on a boat too. The boat that travelled here held