DRAKE’S POV, looking up.
PAYNE has turned, looking up, as well.
The OCTOPION is SMOKING crazily, STEAM spilling from all sides.
1. SFX: CHAKOW-CHAKOW-CHAKOW
Stet, but the OCTOPION has a HUGE HOLE through its CENTER now, and is staggering.
2. PAYNE: Wh—
The OCTOPION teeters, beginning to collapse.
PAYNE is running for his life, not wanting it to fall on him.
3. PAYNE: —no no—
The OCTOPION collapses, narrowly missing DRAKE, who is fighting free of the CLAW.
1. SFX: WHUMP KRASH
On DRAKE, pulling a dazed DRUM to his FEET. DUST and STEAM in the air.
DRAKE and DRUM turning towards us, looking up.
2. SHOUT/off: Ahoy there!
Between DRAKE and DRUM, looking up, over the COLLAPSED OCTOPOID.
PEGASUS hovers in the air, perhaps twenty feet up at the most, its STARBOARD to us, GUN PORTS OPEN, revealing the STARBOARD BATTERY. Crew can be seen scurrying about the rigging and amidst the guns.
SABRE is hanging from a LINE, standing on a rail and leaning out, the CASE in her free hand. She’s looking cheerful and glamorous.
1. SABRE: Name’s Sabre, Lady Seneca Sabre…
2. SABRE: …Fourteenth Marchioness of Cascadia, Captain of Pegasus, Muse
of Darent Found, and a host of other titles that would probably
bore you to tears should I recite them, which I shan’t, as I’ve
Closer on SABRE, sly grin. She knows exactly how she looks right now, she knows how she appears in their eyes, and she loves making an entrance.
Holding up the MAP CASE.
3. SABRE: You gentlemen wouldn’t happen to have the key to this by any
chance, would you?