Screen 1

ONE:
Interior of Sabre’s cabin.

She was the only one really prepared for that.

DRAKE and DRUM have gone ass over tit.

NO COPY.

TWO:
SABRE straightening up, brushing hair out of her face. DRAKE and DRUM are pulling themselves to their feet.

NO COPY.

THREE:
DRAKE and DRUM staring at SABRE, who smiles brightly.

1. SABRE: Warned you.
2. SABRE: Terminus shock, we’re in open Aether now.

FOUR:
SABRE grinning, turning away from them, back to the map.

DRAKE is not nearly as amused by her as DRUM is, straightening himself.

3. DRAKE: Lot of blood spilled for a map.

Screen 2

ONE:
DRAKE and DRUM have returned to the table, where SABRE is again smoothing the MAP.

SABRE is looking at DRAKE, approving.

1. DRAKE: Not a treasure map. Some sort of chart?

2. SABRE: Very good, Marshal.

TWO:
Stet, but now SABRE is looking at the map and DRAKE is looking at her. He’s trying very hard not to be annoyed.

3. SABRE: Also, wrong.
4. SABRE: It is a treasure map, of a sort, at least.

THREE:
Now all three are looking at the map.

5. DRAKE: I don’t see it.

6. SABRE: Because it’s not a chart, nor merely a map of lands…

FOUR:
POV of the map, showing the current/pattern lines. CU on it, context within the map itself is less important here.

7. SABRE/above: …it’s a prediction of the weather….