Angle, horizontal. Looking past DRAKE, to SABRE, to the CANNON CREWS at their guns, to the SMOKE, to the IRON CROWN, as it emerges. That horrible RAMMING SPIKE on the Iron Crown’s nose pointed straight at Pegasus’ amidships.

Perspective here would make IRON CROWN looking closer than it is, I imagine.


On SABRE. The glint in her eyes. There’s a thin line between passion and terror, here. This moment is thrilling, as much as it is terrifying. Everything spinning in her mind. This is the crux – all of her choices brought them to this. She’s either about to be brilliant, or they’re all about to die.

2. SABRE: Fire.