[FADE IN to a shot of the Atlantic Ocean lapping against a Caribbean shoreline, the waves rising and falling in the distance before breaking as they reach the land
PAN LEFT, and we see the Wolves of the Sea, Syd and Jameson, stripped to the waist around a small camp fire pit. Jameson is cleaning a fish as Syd lays on the sand, a hat pulled down over his eyes. In the distance we can see a small group of trees, but the sun is low enough and it’s early enough in the day that the two pirates aren’t worried about seeking shade just yet]
JM: How’s it lookin’, matey?
JM: [throwing a small stone square at Syd’s hat, trying to knock it off] How’s things lookin’?
SM: How’m I s’possed tae know? I’m tryin’ tae sleep here.
JM: Neptune’s Beard, laddie! Do ye want the Cap’n tae keelhaul ye?
SM: Neigh, but he ain’t here, an’ we’ve been working hard the last week here on this island so if he doesn’t’ae ken that I’m takin’ a quick nap, it won’t hurt him.
JM: Neigh, but taking a nap will hurt ye! Donnae ferget who’s cleaning dinner and holding the knife! Now get yer lazy behind up an’ fetch some water from that stream!
SM: An’ if I refuse, matey?
JM: I’ll have tae change yer mind.
SM: Yer gonnae try an’ bring me round tae yer point of view, eh?
JM: Aye! Tae right!
Nice reminder, there.
SM: Aye, I thought ye’d like it. [Syd sits up and wipes the sleep from his eyes]
JM: Good idea of our Cap’n’s, this.
SM: Aye. Training and survivin’ here on a deserted island in the Caribean fer a week. Not tae difficult, neigh supplies but plenty o’ things tae catch, tae eat, keep us in shape. None of that silly lan’lubber’s grub fer us!
JM: No cotton sheets an’ down-filled pillows!
SM: No mead.
JM: [a little melancholy] Neigh wenches, neither...
SM: We’ll have ye back in Nancy’s arms soon enough, laddie! Our Cap’n, he say we need tae shape up, get ship shape, work hard after the poor, poor start tae our voyage we’ve made in Empire Pro Wrestling! We’re so far off course only hard work, a good headwind an’ the mercy o’ the Sea will get us back on course!
JM: Aye. An’ we start that against Point of View! Whoever they are.
SM: I think the skipper said they used tae be in Empire Pro about a year ago. Dunno much about them. Donnae care much, either. They’re in our way.
JM: An’ ye never want tae get in the way of the Wolves of the Sea!
SM: A pirate’s life, they said, ain’t all it’s cracked up tae be. How long have we lived this life, laddie?
JM: Since birth!
SM: Aye! Yer father was a seaman! Yer mother a wench in port. I was born aboard ship! It’s the only life we ken! We know deeper, darker secrets than Point of View could ever, ever fathom in the depths of their barnacle brains!
JM: Barnacle brains…
SM: Skipper said a lot about them two. How they’re athletic. How they’re experienced in backyard.
JM: What’s a back yard?
SM: Dunno. Something lan’lubbers have, maybe.
JM: Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t mean anything! Who cares how much they’ve done? Who cares what titles they’ve gotten on land? All tha’ matters is who walks away with the treasure!
JM: And that will be US soon enough!
SM: Aye. We donnae need flashy gimmicks or fancy words, we just need our skills! The skills tae face intae the wind, face down another vessel, face Leviathan itself… an’ defeat it.
JM: By bein’ quicker, hungrier, with better planning!
I think we need tae talk tae Skipper about the plan…
SM: Maybe. How’s dinner coming?
JM: [remembering the fish] Oh…
SM: You whoreson!
JM: Keep yer scarf on, lad! An’ fetch me some water!
[Syd motions to fall asleep again, before a fish smacks the hat off his face. Syd laughs as he throws the fish back at Jameson. FADE OUT]