It’s too much for PAYNE to bear. He lunges forward, freeing his hand from inside his coat and revealing a HANDLE not unlike the one Sabre herself uses, the BLADE of the RAPIER snapping out.
The GUNMEN are all surging forward.
1. PAYNE: The case—
PAYNE’S BLADE slices the BACK of SABRE’S GUN HAND, and she loses the PISTOL.
2. PAYNE/off: —save the case!!!
SABRE snarling, BLOOD on the back of her hand as she brings her SWORD out.
3. SABRE: The case is lost already, Mister Payne—
SABRE, her SWORD out, knocking away PAYNE’S slash, KICKS over the MAP TABLE.
The GUNMEN in the way are leaping back, trying to avoid the flames.
1. SABRE: —and soon too the ship!
FLAMING OIL splashes as the TABLE hits the deck, spattering the cabin — as well as BARCLAY and CALLOW, setting their clothes on FIRE.
2. BARCLAY: AHHH!
3. CALLOW: Maker—
CALLOW and BARCLAY, their clothes starting to burn, as BURLEY and BEAUFORT recoil. CALLOW and BARCLAY are turning to the stern windows, CALLOW already rushing for them.
4. CALLOW: —Maker ahhh—