Mid-day. Exterior establishing, Pegasus on the Glory. We can see HANDS moving about the ship, bringing in the sails; a sense of general motion and commotion.
1. TAILLESS: That’s it, that’s it, make her secure—
On THANE, threading his way along the DECK between the HANDS who are scurrying madly to and fro, following orders. He’s shouting out a bellow of an order.
2. THANE: —ready, ready—
3. THANE/bigger: —DROP ANCHOR!!!
The PEGASUS ANCHOR spilling free from the ship, SPLASHING into the WATER.