Screen 1

ONE:
DRAKE and SABRE. DRAKE is still holding her by the arm.

SABRE is looking at him with devastating calm.

NO COPY.

TWO:
DRAKE, somewhat embarrassedly, releases his hold. He is not… pleased with himself. He is not pleased that she’s pressing his buttons so easily. This is something of a new experience for him.

1. DRAKE: That was…impolite.
2. DRAKE: My apologies, Captain.

THREE:
DRAKE has recomposed himself, the same controlled expression as he draws himself up to full height, speaking to SABRE.

She is grinning wryly at him.

3. DRAKE: But damn if you are not an infuriating woman.

4. SABRE: I like to think I’d be just as infuriating as a man.

Screen 2

ONE:
SABRE appraising DRAKE, folding her arms. Cocky and confident.

DRAKE is still trying to regain his footing, so to speak.

1. SABRE: You insist on calling me pirate, though I tell you I am not.
2. SABRE: I sail for the Rose, and it is to the Rose herself I bring the map.
3. SABRE: Does that satisfy you?

TWO:
DRAKE considering, not entirely sure if he should believe her. SABRE waits, much as before.

4. DRAKE: That map matters more than to only Allyria.
5. DRAKE: The fate of nations

THREE:
Both DRAKE and SABRE reacting.

6. SFX: DING-DING-DING

7. TAILLESS: SHIP TO FORE!