ONE:
The MAP CASE on the deck, PAYNE reaching for it.

NO COPY.

TWO:
Stet, but SABRE’S BOOT is on the CASE. Her SWORD visible.

1. SABRE/above: A question for you, Mister Payne.

THREE:
PAYNE scrambles to his feet, freeing his sword again, as SABRE flourishes hers, shifting to en garde, her foot still on the case.

2. SABRE: With the fire burning below, exactly how long do you think before it reaches the powder magazine…

FOUR:
On SABRE. Smirk. She’ll go down with this ship and she’ll take every last one of these SOBs with her.

3. SABRE: …and blows us all sky high?