Upon sighting the land in the distance, the lawyer retreats to his cabin in the ship’s hull to collect his things. Even as a lawyer for an established law-firm in London, he had not the money for fancy luggage like most of his peers. In the lawyer’s possessions were his father’s leather sack, sewn from the skin of the sheep he raised in Ireland, and a satchel filled with the contents of legal papers that he’d need to reference when preparing the rest of the estate.

 Returning to the deck, the ship’s captain waited for him holding a burgundy bag in his hands.

SHIP CAPTAIN

Good day Mr. Sinclair, we should be docking at the port shortly. 

SINCLAIR

Thank you Captain for getting me here safely, what do you imagine will be awaiting me when I get arrive?

SHIP CAPTAIN

[Removing the fabric of the bag to reveal a pistol] 

I wanted to give this to you, I bought it from a gypsy fellow back in London and reckon you’ll be needing it more than I will.

SINCLAIR

[Taking the pistol with caution] You know, I’ve never had much experience with these outside of hunting grouse.

SHIP CAPTAIN

Here’s hoping you won’t need it, but there’s no telling what you might come across out there. Sometimes a warning shot is enough to scare the wildlife away.

SINCLAIR

[Tucking the pistol away in his satchel] It’s much appreciated captain, I wish you and your crew safe voyage back.

The captain and the lawyer shake hands before the captain makes his leave.

Next Chapter: Act 1 - 2. Ext. Dock - Midday