ONE:
On PEGASUS, main deck. SABRE is vaulting the railing from the quarterdeck, racing towards us. DRAKE is watching her. He has no idea what’s going on, so he’s got no idea how insane this is.

The CANNON CREWS are at the ready – four crew to each cannon.

1. SABRE: Steady, my loves…

TWO:
WEST, on the quarterdeck, beside COFFEY, who is gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles have turned chalk white.

2. SABRE/off: …we dare not miss

THREE:
Looking past one of the CANNON, the CANNON CREW huddled around it. Everyone’s tense as hell.

SABRE is leaning in beside the GUN CAPTAIN, covering his hand with hers to draw the FLINTLOCK on the cannon back. Her presence is reassuring, her focus intense.

3. SABRE: …for our sweet Rose…

4. SFX: klk