Angle, DRAKE and DRUM turning to face THANE, who is moving towards them. THANE is grim, if resigned.
1. THANE: Captain’s orders.
2. DRAKE: We’ll take a boat—
DRUM comes in on THANE, punching him across the JAW.
It really doesn’t do anything to THANE.
Angle, SABRE is getting to her feet.
Past her, GISELLE cannot bear to watch this, is surging forward.
3. GISELLE: West, stop—
Stet, but SABRE has extended one arm to block GISELLE’S progress.
4. SABRE: Mind yourself, Giselle.