** The final is not at the posted coordinates. Follow the story starting at the posted coordinates to get to the final **
Planet 327 was inhabited by a tippler. This was a very short visit for the little prince, but it plunged him into deep dejection.
"What are you doing there?" the little prince said to the tippler, whom he found in silence before a collection of empty barrels, with a bottle in hand.
The tippler didn’t seem to want to engage in a sedentary conversation. He turned east, started walking, and replied with a lugubrious air "I am drinking."
"Why are you drinking?" demanded the little prince, as they passed a bench on the left.
"So that I may forget," replied the tippler and stumbled over a patch of grass and onto the trail runing parallel to the water.
"Forget what?" inquired the little prince, who already was sorry for him as he turned right to follow him along the trail.
The tippler walked silent for a while, as if he had not heard the question. When they reached a bench, the tippler briefly stopped, turned to the little prince and confessed, hanging his head: "Forget that I am ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?" insisted the little prince, who wanted to help him.
"Ashamed of drinking!" The tippler brought his speech to an end, and shut himself up in an impregnable silence. Looking up past the bench at the greenery by the water, the tippler finally threw the bottle into the trees.
The little prince was puzzled. "The grown−ups are certainly very, very odd," he said to himself. He checked to make sure the bottle didn't hit anyone, and since the tree didn't seem bothered, he left it there for others to figure out the great mysteries of grown-ups.
Can you find the bottle?