ONE:
Angle, on GISELLE, perched high atop the main-mast, at the highest spar. She’s got her hair bound back, and is indicating off past us, shouting. Excited.

1. GISELLE: Two points off the larboard bow!

TWO:
On DECK, as SABRE comes racing up from below, DRAKE at her heels.

They’re passing DRUM, who has been leaning against the rail here. He looks mildly curious at the commotion.

2. SABRE: West!
3. SABRE: Glass!

THREE:
SABRE – followed by DRAKE – is joining WESTFIELD at the rail on the larboard bow, close to the masthead.

WESTFIELD is holding out a SPYGLASS for SABRE with one hand, indicating with his other hand – not fingers, but his hand – the called direction.

4. WEST: Through the low bank, just for a moment.

FOUR:
On SABRE, now all grim-faced concentration, as she raises the GLASS.

5. WEST/off: ‘Selle can’t make ‘em out just yet.