ONE:

Looking into the captain’s cabin from the gallery windows, as SABRE enters. She’s tired, she’s

alone, she’s got a lot on her mind. The lighting is muted — a LANTERN on the table, maybe one

or two others hung on opposite walls, port and starboard.

NO COPY.

TWO:

SABRE in the captain’s cabin, she’s opening her SEA CHEST.

NO COPY.

THREE:

SABRE has the MAP CASE in her hand, regarding it thoughtfully.

NO COPY.

FOUR:

At the MAP TABLE, as SABRE tosses the MAP CASE down upon it, moving past. She is not happy.

1. SABRE: Blast and sink you, Miles Drake…

FIVE:

On the CASE, as it rolls to a stop against the LANTERN on the table.

2. SABRE/off: …you and your damnable conscience.