You lived on this island with your father and your two servants. Your father kept rather busy with his books and spells and schemes and Ariel wanted little to do with you insisting he only answered to your father but your other servant...the pitiful Caliban. The trembling, whimpering, flinching monster...liked you. He sits in his little rock in the cove dropping a handful of smooth shiny pebbles from hand to hand marveling over their texture and sound and weight with childlike glee. He then turns to you and lowers himself respectfully, his eyes shining up at you eagerly. "It is time for lessons?" He asks, hopefully. The monster liked routine and he knew this time everyday you instructed him on his reading, writing, speaking and etiquette