So I altered some things, kept some things the same...and basically re-wrote the scene I was in from The Tempest. Ferdinand = 'Mafia' (From Out Of A Hat) and Miranda is Me! I re-wrote every Shakespearian quote strictly from memory...yay. Here you go, my adaptation of Scene 2 of The Tempest!
Miranda crept down to the deserted beach, unaware of the spirits, who were twisting themselves around her ankles. Their invisible forms attempting to halt her steps, unheard voices whispering their warnings. She sat on a flat rock near the shore; her pale blue nightgown was pulled up around her ankles as she watched the tide ebb and flow. She thought of her father, Caliban, and Ariel, the only spirit she could see. There were so few people in the world, a world she had no knowledge of. The pale sand shone eerily in the light of the full moon. The water seemed to shine with an unknown purpose, as if it was withholding a strange secret from the fifteen year old girl that sat at its edge.
"Miranda, why are you away from home?" her father's stern voice pulled her from her reverie.
"I couldn't sleep and it's so beautiful with the full moon, I'm sorry Papa," She bowed her head as she walked to her father's side obediently.
"You can't leave without me; ever since Caliban…I just don't trust this island. It's not that I don't want you to be free, it's just that I love you," he ran his calloused hand through her hair, smiling down at her. She smiled back, he loved her. That was all that mattered to Miranda, Prospero loved her.
"I shall go to bed now, father, and I won't wander," her promise was tied by Prospero's magic. The wizard nodded and watched his daughter walk back towards their cottage. His magic spirits had come in handy when building the small house. Prospero turned to the sea.
He waved his magic staff over the sea, a ripple of magic spread out to sea as he summoned Ariel. When the small nymph-spirit appeared by his side Prospero gave his orders.
"Go, find my brother's ship and bring it here by way of a wreck. Do not kill anyone, bring them to the shore. I want the Prince in this exact spot in the morning,"
"Yes master," Ariel leapt into the aquamarine water and disappeared from sight, a faint light glowing from where he splashed. Suddenly Prospero heard the crack of thunder and he saw the gathering clouds not far off, revenge was finally his. Now to strand the King's son near Miranda's favorite spot on the beach.
Prospero turned and walked back to his home.
ARIEL'S POV
O every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime I'd divide, and burn in many places; on the topmast, the yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, then meet and join. Jove's lightning's, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary and sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, yea, his dread trident shake.
I recited my spell as I stole over the King's ship. I watched from above as the Prince jumped overboard followed by his father and the rest of the ship's company. I sent my mighty currents to pull them all in separate directions, the Prince called out to his fellows before being pulled under the tumultuous waters. I made sure not to drown any of them, but made sure they were unconscious when they washed up upon the beach. Ferdinand was in the correct place; I floated around him, and planted my words of deception in his ears. I wound my spell tight; no error could find its way through. He would not be able to see another figure until Prospero made it so.
"Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made
Those are pearls that were his eyes
Nothing of him that doth fade
But dost suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell
Hark I hear them, ding dong bell!"
He opened his eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight and looking about.
"This ditty does remember my drowned father, this is no mortal business, nor no sound that the Earth owes!" he spoke as Prospero and Miranda walked along the beach. Ferdinand stood and looked around the isle; I quickly set him down on the selfsame rock that Miranda was sitting upon last night. Just then, she caught sight of him.
"What is't a spirit? Lord how it looks about," she gave a breathy laugh as Ferdinand looked around for another human. "He carries a brave form, but tis a spirit." She was unbelieving.
"No, wench, it eats and sleeps and such senses as we have such," Prospero said, explaining in short that this too, was a human. Miranda did not know it was bad he could not see her, in fact, besides her father; this was the first human she'd ever seen. She walked over and touched his clothes and mussed his blond hair, inspecting him like you would a new toy. She laughed as he looked around for the source of the strange sensations. Just then, Prospero made Miranda visible to Ferdinand. He turned to see her standing there, flowers woven in her two blond-brown braids, her smile genuine. His face registered shock and amazement as he began speaking.
"Most sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend. Vouchsafe my prayer, and may you good instruction give on how I may bear me here? And my final request, which I do last pronounce is, o, you wonder! Be you maid or no?" He asked, thinking she was some sort of strange deity.
"No wonder sir," she blushed at his compliment, "But certainly a maid."
"My language! Heavens!" He didn't think anyone else spoke English?
"I am the best of them that speak this speech, were I where tis spoken," he bowed dramatically. His white shirt was loose and torn, his blue trousers were stiff from the dried sea salt, and his hair was splayed about like a blond crown. Miranda looked him up and down circling him twice; Ferdinand sort of looked shocked at her actions. What did she know of human nature? This wasn't strange for her; this was the way she thought all humans acted. She balanced on the balls of her feet, peering up into Ferdinand's eyes, "What art thou?"
"The Prince of Naples, that hath washed upon the shores of this strange isle. My eyes, never since at ebb, beheld the King, my father wrecked." His eyes held sadness, but he carried himself bravely, like Miranda had observed.
"Alack for mercy," Miranda threw out her arms, embracing the shocked stranger, who awkwardly patted her shoulder. He knew not what to do with the girl; it was good timing for Prospero to intervene.
"Follow me, traitor," Prospero appeared out of thin air, Miranda leapt away from Ferdinand. The Prince cocked an eyebrow, obviously wondering where the strange man with the staff had come from. I laughed internally at his expression of mixed wonder and fear.
"Traitor?" Ferdinand asked.
"Thou hast put thyself upon this island as a spy, to win it from me, the lord on it." Prospero raised his staff in warning. The foolish Prince, knowing not who the wizard was, drew his own weapon.
"No as I am a man," Ferdinand challenged.
"I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: sea-water shall thou drink; thy food shall be the fresh-brook muscles, withered roots and husks wherein the acorn cradled. Follow." Prospero waved his staff, and Ferdinand took a few haltered steps against his will.
"No, I'll resist such entertainment until you can change such," the Prince asked for his own doom. As he raised his sword, Ferdinand froze, unable to move. Prospero waved his staff and Ferdinand's sword had disappeared, the Prince stood; his hands tied behind him, and still unable to move.
"O dear father, make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful. I do like him so," Miranda looked beseechingly towards the strange boy her age, who stood helpless. She was right; he had hooded his eyes, and looked at Prospero unafraid. Prospero chuckled fondly, wrapping his arm around his daughter; his plan was working so well…
(A/N In The Tempest Miranda and Ferdinand do fall I love in the end. Prospero returns to Naples as the Duke of Milan, and everyone lives. Yay Shakespeare!)