Establishing, pre-dawn over SHERA. Just a view of the city. SMOKE already (constantly?) rising from factory smokestacks of this new industrial age. The varied architecture of a very old city. The Rose is Forever.
1. CAPTION: Shera.
2. CAPTION: Capital of Allyria.
Along a PIER, where a somewhat sad-looking fifth-rate FRIGATE — the Caprice — is perhaps fifty years past her prime, is moored. A small scramble of WORKERS are on-deck or in dinghys in the water, hoisting gear up. The ship is being taken out of mothballs, effectively. One wonders if it’ll even fly.
There’s a figure on the pier, watching the work in the early-morning, wearing a bowler hat — Drum.
3. CAPTION: Ten weeks later.
Looking at DRUM, head down, so we’re looking actually at his bowler. A slight glow from beneath the brim where he’s cupped his hands to light a cigarillo.
Drum lifts his head, and can see now it’s not Drum at all; it’s GISELLE. She’s exhaling smoke from the corner of her mouth. Her expression is somewhat wistful.
Stet angle, as she starts to turn away. She’s making a face of frustration, even disgust as she swears.
1. GISELLE/small: Spit and gristle.