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.
SABRE in the captain’s cabin, she’s opening her SEA CHEST.
SABRE has the MAP CASE in her hand, regarding it thoughtfully.
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…
On the CASE, as it rolls to a stop against the LANTERN on the table.
2. SABRE/off: …you and your damnable conscience.