EXT DRUID CAMP- YUDOC GIVES DOM MUSHROOMS NIGHT
As a light misty rain falls Dom is enraged and having fits- He throws a bowl of pea soup and tears up the camp
as Dee tries to get him to stop
Bah! Pea soup! We HAD boar!
WIND, DOVE and MERRY watch his fit- Wind shakes his head and departs
This why I no want you
with Dom, my little Dove…
He scary. Dee not so crazy….
Our clans still be joined…
Dee no like me-
he shoo Dom away when I near-
They no even care when Fay die!
- Mama, Why must clans join?
Ahman think it good for tribe-
bring priests and hunters together
What difference that make?
They still no agree on any thing…
Ahman think we get along
better then. I no know..
He your father- he know best!
EXT YUDOC’S DOOR NIGHT
Yudoc! We must… Cahlm Dahhm…,
Cahlm Dahhm… ”
Cahlm Dahhm ?
WIND gestures by spreading his hands
Yeah, Yeah- I got medicine
Gooood medicine- But first
we need kill dog…
EXT BY THE CAMPFIRE SAME NIGHT
The Peece and Chinook men gather around a table that holds a dead dog with a knife stuck in it- Yudoc hands Wind several mushrooms and a cup of dog’s blood
These help him good…
mushrooms… dog blood
Then we eat dog tomorrow…
This one bite me- See?
Yudoc waves his hands over the dog and howls
Dom drinks the dog’s blood and takes the mushrooms
INT DOM’S HUT SAME NIGHT
Dom writhes and mutters as he hallucinates on his bed,
while the others watch and wonder
You think this help him?
Well, he no tear up camp-
He waves the dog’s tail in his hand
INT MEADE’S HUT NEXT NIGHT
Labah and Meade end an embrace in Meade’s hut
I guard far moor this night-
-must go now…
Be careful, my Meade,
- when we meet again?
When I knock like this…
He raps out MARIONETTE’S FUNERAL MARCH
Yes love- then me tell
Hun I go to see Judah-
They kiss and he leaves- Dom is walking past outside, holding his head and muttering
He stops and stares when he sees Meade emerge
EXT DRUID FAR MOOR OUTPOST SAME NIGHT
A light misty rain falls as Meade reports for guard duty-
There are spears and a small pile of stones ready to throw
He silently replaces the previous guard
Left alone, Meade surveys his dark surroundings
and his fingers tap on the drum slowly-
the beat develops into THE MARIONETTES FUNERAL MARCH
Meade begins to dose off, but perks up when he hears strains of harp music coming from the forest.
He leaves the post to follow the strange, unfamiliar music
After a short walk, the music fades and he finds nothing
On the way back, he hears heavy breathing and a low growl-
He quickly snatches up a huge rock and warily begins creeping backwards toward the entrance-
His eyes are wide and his breathing heavy
As he nears the guard post, he relaxes a little
When the snarling big cat springs on him from the woods
He gurgles as the cat clamps down on his throat
EXT DRUID FAR OUTPOST THE NEXT MORNING
Tribe members have discovered Meade’s body
Others arrive and react in grief and fear
Labah arrives and overreacts with a loud shriek
Dom notices her reaction
Now that beast has had meal,
May be not bother us again
Or may be think we taste
good, and want more…
We need have two guard here at
Far moor- like I say before
My son right- must
have two guard
DOM and DEE carry the body away
Now Meade really is mead.
Yeah Yeah- dead mead!
Do not laugh over such thing!
You may be next!
DOM glares at him and then licks the blood from his fingers
Stop that! Our tribe
not eat our own!
(whispers to DEE)
Then we will find Celtic
when we are hungry
Yeah… yeah… Celtic!
INT DOVE’ROOM NIGHT
As another day ends, Dove watches Yudoc play his flute
She places a woven covering over the window and lays down to sleep- The sounds fade as she dreams
In her dream she enters Dom’s hut where Dom and Labah entice her, Labah breathes in her ear, as Dom snarls like a big cat
Dove tosses and turns in her sleep to drum beats, and then awakens when she hears the sound of beautiful harp strains
The moon is full and, with curiosity, Dove follows the sound
She sees a glow in the distance, leading her onward
She gets to the fence and slips out past a guard
Then, although wary, she is intrigued, and keeps going
She finally reaches a clearing where she sees a
transparent image of a female ANGEL playing a harp
Dove watches from the underbrush- the Angel takes no notice
The angel plays a song like “IT CAME UPON A MIDNIGHT CLEAR”
When she finishes, the Angel looks at Dove and smiles
Before her image dissolves- Dove looks around confused,
then starts back to camp
EXT AT THE CAMPFIRE SITE NEXT MORNING
As some of tribe eat fruit, Dove tells the others about what she saw
She real spirit!
or may be goddess!
She… shine… in dark.
I see… through her.
She play beautiful music
… on strange thing…
Strange thing- like my pipe?
No… she play with her hands…
I watch for while. She smile at me-
then go away- melt like
mist in morning.
My little Dove…
you sure it not a dream?
No- ground wet… my feet
still muddy. See?
when I hear her play.
I go through fence
where guard not see-
You leave camp alone?-
just after cat attack?!
You no leave camp at night again! You know? Maybe I move
my family away from edge of camp!
INT PEESE HUT THAT NIGHT
Dove again awakens to harp music, and now wakes Wind
Wind, Wind. Wake up.
Goddess is making music
What? I hear no thing-
Quick, quick- come with me..
He grabs a spear and together they go and watch the vision of the angel- The harp strains change as they approach
The angel plays “GREENSLEEVES- (What Child Is This)”
They watch from the brush- the vision is similar to the previous night- They whisper to each other
You think she see us?
Yeah Yeah- but she pay us no mind-
why you think she here?
I not sure I really see this…
When the angel dissolves again- They explore the clearing
You right- she not human-
she a spirit..
or a goddess…
There nothing here now…
It dangerous… must go back …
EXT CAMPFIRE SITE DAY
Wind and Dove tell the others
DOVE right… there IS spirit
who play music in woods… by big tree-
We both see her last night…
You go into forest at night?
to chase spirits?
I have two fools for children!
Heh heh heh… He say four children
when he only got three…
Dee grins like a Cheshire cat
You no believe in spirits Ahman?
May be we should all go see
… pray to it!
Some of the hunters laugh
If my son say he see spirit,
then I believe …
I just no want my children
If she come again,
will you go with us
May be we go-
but better not be joke!
Is no joke- there was
spirit… and her music much
better than Yudoc’s!
The others all laugh again
EXT SITE OF ANGEL’S APPEARANCE BY THE BIG TREE NIGHT
The image of the angel repeats
The priests and other tribesmen gradually arrive and look on
THE ANGEL PLAYS “COVENTRY CAROL”
Some emerge from the brush and approach- Ahman reaches out to touch the Angel and his hand goes through her-
She takes no notice and plays on before she slowly vanishes The Druids look at one another in awe and wonder
EXT CAMPFIRE SITE NEXT DAY
Sun has drawn a picture of the harp and angel on a rock and is showing the others
She touches these vines-
this make music
Yeah… YEAH… YEAH!
Ahman! What you think?
why she here ?…
Priests talk of this-
Yeah- She a spirit-
Why she here- too soon to tell
Maybe she Great Spirit-
A wooman- like we say!
No- I no think so!
But may be she sent
by Great Spirit,
May be HE come soon!
May be she dead- May be
we see ghost of Meade soon!
Listen to my mother! May be other
ghosts come- I afraid..
I no afraid- She look like good
spirit to me- speak with music
I think she a Goddess!
Whatever she is, we watch for her
at night- from now on…
The others nod
EXT FOREST BY THE BIG TREE THAT NIGHT
The tribe is gathered around the big tree
She may no come with
All these people…
Ahman shushes her- they look at one another while they wait
EXT DRUID CAMP SAME TIME
While most of the tribe is outside waiting for the vision, the big cat enters the camp and attacks a goat
Dom and Dee emerge from their hut- they and other hunters begin to battle it
Dom is cornered by the cat- his face is full of fear
Wind arrives, and in an effort to save defenseless Dom,
he attacks the cat with a spear that breaks
Wind then gets attacked by the cat
There’s a flash of light and strange sound
EXT ROMAN COLISEUM ARENA- 64 A.D. DAY
Wind is suddenly still engaged in a struggle with a lion
But he’s now in the Roman Coliseum, where people cheer from the stands- He struggles and manages to back the lion away momentarily with a sharp blow to its nose
Suddenly an arrow comes from the side and enters the lion- it staggers and falls- Wind looks to the side- The crowd in the stadium roars- the roar becomes the roar of the lion
EXT DRUID CAMP SAME NIGHT
Back at the camp, the lion squares off with the hunters
Dom is again cornered- Dee tosses him a spear and he finally kills the cat as it lunges at him
He is shaken and gasps for breath
The others cheer and congratulate him
Fire discovers that Wind is dead.. He lets out a yell that’s
drowned out by the roar of the crowd in the Roman coliseum
EXT ROMAN COLISEUM DAY
Wind struggles out from under the dying lion
and then looks to the direction the arrow came from
He sees a GLADIATOR holding a bow. The gladiator is Dee.
The gladiator bows to the crowd and then turns to CAESAR
Emperor- I implore you- Let
this one go for now. He has
a great fighting spirit, to
entertain us again another day!
From behind, Caesar nods, and motions to some centurions
DEE and the centurions grab the dazed and confused Wind, and drag him struggling out of the arena
He doesn’t know where he is, how he got here or who these strange people are- Wind screams-his cry dissolves to Fire’s
EXT DRUID CAMP THE SAME NIGHT
Fire cradles a dead Wind in his arms
The hunters react with horror and grief-
The others arrive and also react in horror-
Dove drops to her knees as Judah screams
Ahman embraces Merry to keep her from looking
The Warbles look on as their sons catch their breath
Thank God it not OUR son!
INT COLISEUM DUNGEON DAY
Back in the future of 64 A.D., WIND is thrown into a cell
He despairs and is given a cup of water by another prisoner-
He calms down a little but paces the cell and shakes the bars while the other prisoner eyes him warily
Where am I? Who you people?
A LYRE PLAYER shows up- FAY- and plays outside of the cells.
It Fay! He still alive too!
Fay! It me- Wind!
Fay looks at him blankly- The music calms WIND and
he finally falls asleep while his cellmate watches him
EXT OUTSIDE DRUID CAMP- BURIAL GROUND DAY
In Wind’s dream, he sees his own funeral. Hovering in spirit- he laments with his family, who cannot see him
MUSICAL TRACK: MIDSUMMER NIGHT‘S DREAM - “Nocturne”
That me… No-can no be me.
I am here. I live!
Ahman delivers some kind of barely inaudible eulogy.
They take turns tossing dirt in the grave.
My family look so sad.
Why they no see me?
The others leave, but Dove and Judah remain weeping-
The sun is setting red in the summer evening sky- Dove and Judah turn to leave
The angel and Harp appear to Wind and he hears it’s strains. He pleads at her:
Why this happen?
What this all about
The angel holds her finger to her lips to “shush” him
She dissolves- A gust of wind shakes the trees around the gravesite and leaves blow across his grave
INT COLISEUM DUNGEON DAY
Wind tosses and turns in his sleep, then awakens
He arises and shakes the bars of the cell door again and a window that looks out over the arena
A lone cellmate babbles in Hebrew and Wind is confused
He prays, crosses himself, and then speaks in English
Calm down friend- there is
no sense getting crazy.
There is no way out …
Who you?… where am I?
I am Simon Peter, and you,
my friend are in the confines
of the Roman Coliseum
But how I get here?
The Romans must have brought you
here- you are just confused.
Where are you from, my son?”
I am Wind, from Druid tribe.
Well, Wind.. I’m afraid I’ve
never heard of your people.
And you speak in such a strange tongue- it is only through the
grace of God that I understand you
You speak… strange too.
But I still know what you say-
What god you speak of?
I speak of Jesus Christ
God who came to the world
I myself saw him do miracles
He healed the sick, and raised
the dead. He spoke of love,
and forgiveness, yet he
was killed by these Romans.
He crosses himself again
A goddess visit my tribe-
a wooman with wings.
I see her last night
in my dream… when they bury me
Hmmm… sounds like an angel…
And you think you were killed
by a lion? Then perhaps you
have been raised again from
the dead! Praise God!
But why I here now in this place-
Only God knows the answer to that,
friend- but He must have some sort of purpose for you-
Wind looks around at prisoners in other cells
Who all these men?
Most are slaves-
taken from their own lands,
to work for the Romans
and to fight in the sick
“games” you saw
Very few- if any of us-
Will leave this place alive
You mean they kill us?
Oh, they probably won’t kill YOU directly… You’ll be a participant
in more games
But the Romans already know that I won’t fight, and so my execution
has been scheduled…
No.. no- I no want to die!
Take courage my son. An angel of
God, like your angel, once
freed me from such a cell before.
If we pray without ceasing,
God will be merciful-
And perhaps you’ll disappear
as quickly as you arrived…
They are then serenaded by the musician with the lyre,
To the introductory verse of Rudolf, the Red-nosed Reindeer
We pray to Balaam, and Mars,
And even to Caesar- Odin, Diana,
(and still we can’t please her)
To put an end to this poem-
bless these captive entertainers-
WIND shakes the cell door again
God… I no want to die!
Well it sounds almost as if
you already died once.
perhaps you’re now beyond death…
The crowd begins to make noise in the Coliseum once more
Dee and the other centurions show up and take a prisoner from another cell
God, … Oh great spirit!
Please no let me die!
Let’s pray together then Wind…
He gets down on his knees and has WIND do the same
Dearest god, as death closes in
And knowing that shortly we must
put off these holy tabernacles,
Dee and guards show up and drag Peter away as he still prays
Be merciful at our time of death, that we may feel no pain..
And enter into heaven-
In the name of Jesus we pray, and thank you for our lives…
Peter crosses himself as the guards bind his arms, and Wind does the same
Keep praying Wind, keep praying!
Peter is taken struggling from the cell-
Wind looks out through the bars of his window and sees Peter led to a chopping block
He turns away from the window and hears the axe drop
And the roar of the crowd again-
He despairs and prays- crossing himself again and again
EXT HUN’S HUT DAY
Hun strips the panther for it’s pelt- Labah complains-
Hunny!! just bury it!
No one want to remember that cat
His coat real good- keep me
warm when ice come. Wind dead-
But WE must survive-
he would say same thing…
Hun holds up some sinewy cat entrails
Look… this tie things good
See? Every thing in forest
good for some thing- Even dead beast
EXT OUTSIDE THE CAMP BY THE BIG TREE DAWN
Druid tribe members are gathered around the sight where the angel appeared
Three nights now and no spirit…
time for hunters to hunt again.-
Not watch for spirit! We need food
May be gods angry now.
Who can say? Starry night now seem strange… quiet. May be she come
to show that there ARE spirits
In other place. May be my son Wind
with them now…
Two Druid hunters-lost to big cats!
You still worry about ghosts in woods-
EXT AT SUN’S SUNDIAL DAY
Sun talks with his friend again about the sundial
See? Shadow go more around
circle every day- days get longer-
days warm. I think soon,
shadow no go as far-
days get short again-
Finally ice come again
We have warm time, then ice time.
Why worry when they come and go?
You only worry cause you
Dove runs up to them
Sun! Come quick… your
sister having baby!
EXT HUN’S HUT DAY
The tribe gathers around the hut where Labah gives birth
INT HUN’S HUT DAY
Dove goes inside where the women are gathered around a moaning Labah- Yudoc is there trying to help
No Yudoc! Labah no want your
mushrooms now! Baby almost out…
let her be…
Yudoc goes outside and plays his recorder to celebrate the birth- he manages to get a few notes of “Greensleeves” right
Rain emerges and holds the child aloft-
It a boy child! another
hunter born to Warble clan!
She lowers it and cradles the baby in her arms DISSOLVE TO:
EXT DRUID CAMPFIRE SITE NIGHT
Labah holds her baby as the tribe is gathered at the fire
Labah!- Time to decide
what his name be…
Labah hands the baby to Ahman- to present it to the tribe
Great Spirit who watch
over Druids…thank you
for this male child..
And that his mother
(aside to DEE)
I think baby look more
like Meade than Hunny…
One night I see our sister
Come from Meade’s hut..
May be HE father.
May this boy grow big and strong!
One day be best Druid hunter!
The hunters cheer
Now- as is custom-
we name baby…
First we ask mother…
Labah! What name you want
I want to call him “Wisp”-
cause he come to me at time
When- wispy Goddess- come
to play her music…
No… I no like… Wisp not name
for hunter! If he like wisp of fog,
animal run right through him!
They all laugh, except for Labah- who is now displeased
My grandson need STRONG
name- Brave name!
May be we call my son Wind-
To honor my friend-
a great Druid hunter!
I think- no. Wind not his father.
Judah have HIS baby soon. If it boy,
We name HIM Wind… after MY son.
Judah drops her head in grief, Dove consoles her
I know- call him Meade then
He gives Labah a coy look, and continues:
Meade brave Druid hunter too.
He die defending camp…
Always good friend of Warble clan
You can no name my baby that…
just cause someone once stole
some mead! He not named for thief!
Some of the gathering snicker at one another
No- now I remember.
that not Meade’s real name…
He muses with his forefingers on his chin…
We name him ARPA then!
Arpa Meade’s real name. Beside,
he look like his pa, Hun! No?
Hun beams, and then quickly seconds the idea
Yeah- Meade good friend…
brave hunter- I want
name my son for him…
And Arpa good MAN name!
The hunters rouse a chorus of “Yeas” and the name sticks
Then we decide- This boy Arpa!
The hunters cheer while Labah and the girls are annoyed
No! It no fair- I his mother!
She turns to Hun and argues as many arise and leave
You no care what I think!
I care… but now hunters
not laugh at my son!
The Peese and Warble clans still by the fire- Sun stands
Ahman- I think of way
to make camp safer.
He sketches in the dirt
We dig big ditch- around camp,
fill with water from river,
ditch keep cats and wolves away!
Keep us safe from other tribes!
We can build huts up off of ground.
where animals can no get in..
Yes young Sun- This good-
but it take much work…
And THAT time better spent on hunt
while warm days still here!
Sun sits down discouraged, while Ahman muses
You know my children,
We born-and live for SHORT time…
then we die… sun rises
and sun sets. How quickly
flow the days!
Yes Ahman! hunting days not wait!
Your son gone- no one can
bring him back… but now
NEW hunter born to tribe…
May be Merry give you one
more son before she too old.
Merry looks at him in anger- he continues on
Now I wonder… Wind WAS to lead tribe
But now he gone- we must choose new brave man… I think Dom best choice.
No… my son Fire now follow me.
Leader of Druids from priest
family. Has always been so.
Dom best hunter- OLDER too!
Your clan has just
one male now..
Warbles have three… no,
four now with new boy
Dom holds up four fingers and says to Dee:
Four… for now!
He shakes his head in Dove’s direction- Dee looks perplexed
Ahman not dying! Fire a
grown man soon-
HE best to lead tribe!
Merry storms off- the men continue to argue
Why your wooman think
SHE decide for tribe?
My wooman right. Fire a man
soon- he oldest priest son-
and priests still decide
Ahman then also leaves in anger- the sons gaze at each other- Dove senses trouble-
audio fades on Yudoc’s flute- the notes suggest
INT DUNGEON ROMAN COLISEUM DAY
Wind hears the trumpets blow “DES-O-LAAA-TION!“ and the roar of the crowd- A squad of centurions arrive with Dee
and take him struggling out of his cell
They stop under the stands before entering the arena,
where Dee presents Wind with a long two-edged metal sword
Wind is intrigued by the weapon and inspects the workmanship - unlike anything he has ever seen
As Dee looks on, we hear the voice of PETER reciting the words of Ezekiel, (Ez Chapter 21)
“Son of man , prophesy, and say-“
Wind hears the voice and glances upward
“Thus saith the Lord: A sword, a sword is sharpened and also furbished:”
Dee laughs wickedly as Wind inspects the sword
“It is sharpened to make a sore slaughter;
it is furbished that it may glitter…
Wind runs his finger along the blade and it cuts him
“This sword is sharpened, to give
to the hand of the slayer….”
Dee takes the sword, turns quickly, and cuts through the staff of an old man standing nearby- He totters and falls Dee and the others laugh
“Cry and howl, for it shall be upon all the princes… Terrors of the sword shall be upon my people….”
It is sharp, … and bright-
ready for the slaughter!
Dee then gives him a shield and demonstrates:
Use this to stop the sword
of your enemy… like this…
Dee quickly draws his own sword and swings it at another centurion who deflects the blow with a shield
Wind’s eyes grow wide…
DEE Come now warrior- it is your time.
Your time for victory… or death!
EXT ROMAN COLISEUM DAY
Wind is then led out to the arena as the trumpets blow and the crowd roars again-
Now Wind faces a bigger gladiator with a shield and sword
Defending himself, he finally subdues the other warrior by knocking him senseless with his shield
The crowd cheers, then grows quiet
Exhausted, Wind looks up toward Caesar, now revealed as Dom
Caesar gives the “thumbs down” sign for Wind to kill the other warrior- The crowd cheers but Wind doesn’t understand The crowd grows quiet- An angry Dee taunts him:
Kill him you fool! KILL HIM!
Wind drops his sword- the other gladiator gets up and flees
Then as Dee is about to slay Wind, we hear Caesar command:
No! Not that way! A CHASE!
Dee backs off then leaving Wind alone in the arena
Caesar motions and his men open a gate releasing a lion
The crowd again begins to cheer
For a short time, Wind avoids the lion, but as it overtakes him- he covers himself with the shield and holds his other arm across his eyes (Point of View)
The lion roars- and it’s roar becomes the sound of a cannon
EXT MAN ‘O WAR SAILING SHIP- 1536 A.D. DAY
And Wind finds himself in the middle of a battle at sea
He is down on his knees, on a pitching deck, in rough seas
The sky is dark and an intense rain pelts him as he struggles to his feet- There is yelling and confusion-
an officer -MEADE- yells orders at Wind who stares blankly-
My God man! To your
Another sailor falls on Wind and they topple again
On his knees Wind watches as a row of cannons are loaded and fired at an approaching ship- emerging in the pouring rain
Stand back! Prepare for ramming!
The ship takes some cannon hits and then is rammed by the enemy ship- Wind is thrown off the deck and plunges into the raging sea- A huge wave overtakes him and he starts to drown
There is a sudden flash of lightning and a loud thunderclap
-the thunderclap suggests- “CRE-AAA-TION!”
INT PEESE HOUSE NIGHT
The families huddle together in their huts in fear while a tempest rages and heavy rain falls
Ahman looks out through an opening
Such a strange storm-
Maybe the gods ARE angry!
Suddenly a great bolt of lightning illuminates the sky and strikes the big tree at the site of the angel’s appearance
The storm ceases abruptly and it becomes eerily quiet
A small fire burns at the tree the lightning struck
The families emerge from their huts and the tribe then goes out to investigate
Wind watches on in spirit- again bewildered by the events-
They find the tree rent in twain
THE HEARPE is exposed inside of the tree- eight feet off the ground- now wet with rain and glistening in the moonlight
Look! It the Spirit’s… thing!
But this time- it real!
EXT AT THE BIG TREE SITE DAWN
All the men of the tribe- the priests and warriors are gathered around the tree- they murmur to one another
What you think Ahman?
Gods put it here- for us!
DOVE and JUDAH look on from the brush-
A transparent wind hovers nearby
It from goddess…
SHE bring it!
I think we look long enough-
Chinook! Have your men get it-
Chinook looks around and some of the men shrink back
Dom! Dee! Get that..
That THING down
The brothers warily retrieve the harp- there is relief when
nothing happens- Ahman finally plucks a few strings and the others react with enthusiasm
It a gift from the gods!
They all cheer
What we call it?
It name no matter.
It a gift from the gods…
Must be careful with it!
Since my new son come now too-
I call it ‘Arpa’…
Good, good- Then we take
Arpa back to camp!
They leave- Sun stays alone at the tree- Wind is near him
The sun is rising directly over the huge stone at the entrance to the camp- Sun is transfixed by it
It is MIDSUMMER’S DAY, and the first sunrise at STONEHENGE
Curious about Sun’s fixed attention- Wind moves next to him
POINT OF VIEW: Wind sees the sun rising over the heel stone
INT ANOTHER SAILING SHIP- 1536 A.D. DAY
The sun shines through a porthole on another Man ‘O War ship
Wind awakes with the sun in his eyes-
He is now on a bunk in the ship’s infirmary
There are wounded and moaning sailors around-
Another sailor in the next bunk- SALTY (Fay again) sees that Wind is now conscious- He smiles and raises a flask of rum
Welcome back to the living matey!
Yir lucky this time!
Most of your mates were
swallowed by the sea!
He takes a swig from the flask- Wind thinks it’s water
He grabs for the flask and they wrestle for it momentarily
Blimey lad! It’s not water-
It’s me own private stock!
Wind wrestles it from him and quickly takes a big swig
Then just as quickly he spits it back out forcefully
Now you’ve wasted it!
Are you daft lad?
Wind settles back in bed, then looks out a porthole-
He sees he is surrounded by the sea- he panics
He goes to the other side of the boat and looks out
Where am I? Where is land?!
Land? We’re still at sea matey. On His Majesty’s finest ship,
the Valiant Plymouth!- Don’t worry.
We’ll make land in a few days.
While he is in a panic by a porthole, the ships physician returns and takes Wind by the shoulders back to his bed
There, now lad. I thought
you’d come around soon…
Caaaalm down now…
He gives Wind some water- he sips it first, to see if it‘s like Salty‘s rum and then gulps it down
SALTY What’s wrong with this one Doc?
He’s sure in a fit.
Not unusual for a sailor
to get confused- after what he’s
been through… He’s obviously
… um… Bewildered… Say, can
you tell me your name, lad?
I am Wind- Wind of Druid tribe…
Yes… quite confused… doesn’t
even know his name…
No lad, see yir tattoo?
He raises Wind’s sleeve to display a tattoo: an anchor with the inscription “John Maybury: H.M.S. Naphtali
It says you’re John Maybury-
of the Naphtali Man ‘O War battleship. Your vessel went under lad-
When we pulled you from the drink,
we didn’t even know if you were
English- ‘til we saw that…
Yir lucky to be alive…
Think the bloody Spaniards
meant to ram the Naphtali, Doc?
What’s it matter now?
Both ships went down…
The ship’s captain (CAPTAIN THORROW) enters
Another one coming to, Captain
But still bewildered.
Calm him as best as you can,
doctor. Let me know when ANY are fit for duty. We’re short
of hands on deck.
I found a tatoo on this one-
Says he’s John Maybury-
Off the Naphtali.
Maybury, eh? Well, doctor,
when Mr. Maybury regains his wits,
have him report to me. I lost my
Cabin Boy and need a replacement,
At least until we get to port.
Someone with experience- like this lad.
They both look at Wind who stares bleakly out the porthole
and then throws up
EXT DRUID CAMPFIRE SITE DAY
Sun is stirring something in a pot as his friend approaches,
he removes it from the flames
What crazy thing now my friend?
I mix some leaves with ashes
boil them in fire…
some thing to paint with
that not wash off with rain.
With a stick, he marks on a rock with the black goo
There, see… not bad.. eh?
The friend shrugs
Now look at this…
He picks up some thin pieces of bark he has collected
If I draw on this bark,
I can keep them in my hut
rain no wash pictures off…
He makes a mark on the bark with a stick
Yes… I think this work
I think you waste time-
Your father not like it much…
Chinook no like any thing I do…
Aww- let it be,
The friend throws the stone- we hear a loud squawk and the flutter of wings
There- I hit it! No druid
throw as good as me!
As he saunters off, a single feather floats to the ground
Sun picks it up, examines it for a moment, and then dips it into his new ink and marks on some bark. He nods in approval
EXT VALIANT PLYMOUTH AT SEA DAY
Wind is entranced by the surrounding ocean and the architecture of the ship- Salty points at the sails-
Wind stares in awe- Captain Thorrow motions for him
CUT TO: Wind has an unpleasant experience emptying a bedpan into the wind- The other sailors laugh at him
It’s like you’re green Matey.
Don’t you know? Ya don’t
empty bedpans into the wind!
But don’t mind THOSE BLOKES lad!
A lot of ‘em are ‘ere against
their will. Sometimes- when
the fighting starts-
I’m not sure if I trust this
vicious bunch of scallywags..
You stick by ole Salty
an let me know if any of ‘em
gives you trouble!
Wind sees a bust of a woman adorning the front of the ship
Salty- why there a wooman
On front of this ship?
Don’t ask me… Must be one
‘O enry’s wives… If they
had any sense, they’d ‘ave
a big battering ram there!
You think there more fighting Salty?
Nah. Doubt we’ll see any
action gettin back to port.
But there’ll be more fightin
after we get supplies-
Have you seen many fights Salty?
Oh, you bet I have! Back in ‘12
we was up against the bloody French.
I saw the cannons flare then, an a lot
of good mates went under.
Then THEIR King Louie up and marries
‘enry’s sister. So all at once, it’s
like all in the family- everything’s
peaches and cream with the French-
as if nothing ever ‘appened!
Now it’s the bloody Spaniards again!
Don’t get me wrong mate. I love the
Seafaring life! But whenever fightin’
starts- lots of fine ships go under,
an it’s blokes like us payin a visit
to Davy Jones locker. Ole enry switches
wives so often e’ll probably be itchin up
with Ferdinand’s daughter! -they’ll be spreadin their blue blood
all over the continent, while OUR red blood’s bein washed in the drink!