SABRE snaps the glass closed.

She’s grim.

1. SABRE: It’s the Iron Crown.

SABRE is handing the GLASS back to WEST, grinning.

2. SABRE: The Hollern Regent wants his map back.
3. SABRE: Somehow, I doubt he’ll take no for an answer.

SABRE heads for the quarterdeck, pushing between DRAKE and DRUM.

DRAKE and DRUM are exchanging looks.

4. SABRE: General quarters.
5. SABRE: All crew to action.