This is my home.

I curse the man who claims this island is his. It is my home, not his! His home is greed and power.
Prospero, you evil man!

All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inchmeal a disease! (The Tempest, II. ii.1-3)

I have lived on this island for many years. It was my mother's before he stole it. Prospero came in search of riches, but he disregards the very people who lived on this island in the first place.

I look forward to the day when we shall rise again.

Much like my mother, I shall overthrow Prospero. He will become my servant. And Miranda, perhaps my wife.

But what shall I do? How does a servant overthrow his master? How does a man bite the hand that feeds him? These evil men have overtaken our island and need to leave, yet they have more power and resources than we could ever imagine.

Everyday, he asks me to work. Work harder. Work faster. I have no time to plan.

Madness. It's madness! This island. It's cruelty is making me go crazy.

I must sleep this off. Good night all.

Works Cited
"Othello Castle.” Image. greece.greekreporter.com. 7/5/14. Web.  12/4/14.

Shakespeare, W., & Horne, D. (1955). The Tempest ([Rev. ed.). New Haven: Yale University Press.