SABRE, almost angry, the smell of blood and fire filling her mind, as she tears herself free from WEST’S grip, hair flying.
WEST looks very worried.
1. SABRE: We will spill and sweep at my order!
SABRE at the fore of the Quarterdeck, hands on the railing, as she shouts orders to her crew. She’s as intense as we’ve ever seen her, and perhaps frightening.
Past her, we can see WEST is pulling TWO POSTS from where they’ve been stored back here, either fixed to the MIZZEN MAST or elsewhere. These are the control sticks for the wings, and will be fitted into position beside COFFEY at the WHEEL.
2. SABRE: Starboard cannon—
Angle, reverse, almost. SABRE with her back to us, still shouting to the crew. WEST is fitting the POSTS into place as he looks starboard, to the CLOUD, where the IRON CROWN is steadily becoming more and more visible. The range has decreased between the ships dramatically.
WEST now has two THICK POSTS in his hands – these are the control surfaces for the wings, and will be fitted into position beside the WHEEL.
3. SABRE: —at the ready!