THE WIND & THE RAIN // A PRELUDE
EXT. PACIFIC OCEAN - NIGHT
Great void of the ocean. A quiet stirring of water that mirrors the milky way galaxy and surrounding stars. Nothing in sight for miles but a small fishing boat teetering back and forth in the water.
EXT. FISHING BOAT - NIGHT
On the outside deck, an OLD MAN -- eighty-five years old, weak, but wise and humbled with time on the sea, is obscured in the evening darkness. He finishes scrapping magnesium onto a cotton ball and some oil.
OLD MAN (V.O) My light is leaving, my dear.
After some struggle, he finally sparks the flint and the tiny fuel for fire lights a lantern. His wrinkled hand hangs the lantern over a large aluminum bathtub connected to a rope spanning vertically up the boat’s mast.
OLD MAN (V.O.) I’ve been searching ...
The Old Man pulls a thick rope up by the mast of the boat. A pulley turns clockwise.The rope loses its slack and he pulls the rope taught. He pulls and pulls, arm muscles tightening.
OLD MAN (V.O.)
... for that place ... beyond the darkness.
A counterweight lifts on the other end of the rope which helps the OLD MAN hoist himself up the mast to the top of the an enormous sail in an aluminum bathtub.
Slowly he makes it to the top. The Old Man cinches the rope to the top of the mast.
OLD MAN (V.O.) To the edge of what I know ... of what I believe.
He turns the lantern down to a low light. Attached to the top of the mast is a telescope lens on a swivel.
It’s pitch black out on the quiet ocean and the waters settle down to a small, steady cradle.
OLD MAN (V.O.) I will find you. (TO BE CONTINUED)