ONE:
SABRE pulling BARCLAY towards the shattered window. BARCLAY struggling along as best he can on his wounded leg.

1. SABRE: I pray you can swim, friend Barclay.

TWO:
BARCLAY and SABRE at the window. The fire is intense. He’s grateful and scared.

2. BARCLAY: Better swim than cook, M’lady.

THREE:
Exterior, stern view.

BARCLAY is diving out the window as SABRE swings out, to begin climbing up to the poop deck.

NO COPY.