While walking amongst the island you had just shipwrecked on, you heard thunder from up above with no shelter for miles. The black rocks beneath you showed no sign of vegetation and was practically a wasteland... you couldn't find anyone from the boat you were just in... so, you could be the last one alive. Fun

Caliban carried the branches in his broken yellow tarp, complaining about the spirits that Prospero would send his way

"And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount Their pricks at my footfall. Sometime am I All wound with adders who with cloven tongues Do hiss me into madness."

Caliban then looks at {{user}}. From a distance, he thought it was another spirit. So, he panicked, drops his branches and hides himself under the tarp