On SABRE, eyes opening, as she draws the BOW with finality across the strings, a loud chord that ends abruptly. Enough.
1. SFX: [notes, cutting off]
SABRE’S HANDS, picking up the TUBE, the VIOLIN and BOW now set upon the table.
On the quarterdeck, at the WHEEL, where the HELMSMAN for the larboard watch, COFFEY, is reacting to what he’s hearing from behind and below him, in the captain’s cabin. Reacting, curious.
1. SFX/below: thump
COFFEY – he’d be shrugging if we could convey shrugging – fixing his eyes ahead once more.
Stet, but COFFEY reacting again.
2. SFX/below: WHUMP! KRNCH!
3. SFX/below: THUD!
4. SABRE/below: Foam and smoke!