A SAIL -- NIGHT
A gaff-headed sail against a night sky of stars. The boat
carrying the sail is evidently in a rolling sea. The sail
moves in rhythmic undulance against the sky. We hear the
chug-chug of a one-cylinder Diesel.
EXT. SCHOONER -- WHEEL -- NIGHT
Two men stand by the wheel of the schooner, their faces lit
by the light from the binnacle. Behind them the wake of the
boat creams out, white and phosphorescent. One of the men is
obviously the skipper of the boat, dressed in sloppy white
ducks, unshaven and with an officer's battered cap on his
head. The other is a slim, tall man dressed in flannel
slacks and a light tweed coat.
The man for whom I'd come to work --
Mr. Holland -- boarded the schooner
at Gonave. He was pointed out to
me, and he must have known who I
was -- yet he never spoke to me.
He seemed quiet and aloof.
Sometimes I wondered how we'd get
on -- but there wasn't really time
for to think about it -- there was
so much to see. I loved the trip.
EXT. SCHOONER -- OPEN GALLEY ON DECK -- NIGHT
Near the mainmast is a large box filled with sand and on this
sand a charcoal fire has been laid. A negro, dressed in
dungarees, is cooking a large piece of meat. Other negroes
lounge on deck, their black faces fire-lit.
They are singing, and their singing is attuned to the rhythm
of the chugging motor.
EXT. OCEAN -- NIGHT -- (STOCK)
The wake of the schooner.
EXT. OCEAN -- FLYING FISH -- NIGHT -- (STOCK)
Flying fish, like shooting stars, dart across dark waters.
EXT. STAR-FILLED SKY -- NIGHT -- (STOCK)
The stars seem very close and there is always movement in the
sky, as if it were alive -- falling stars and comets, lively
as the flying fish.