The MAP CASE on the deck, PAYNE reaching for it.
Stet, but SABRE’S BOOT is on the CASE. Her SWORD visible.
1. SABRE/above: A question for you, Mister Payne.
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…
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?