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Days later now. We are back up on the deck of the ship. ROBERT'S STILL BODY IS BEING SEWN INTO A BLANKET.
Clearly he didn't make it, the ravages of the pox having done horrid work on his flesh.
Once sewn into the blanket. CREWMEN Then dump the body over the side of the ship. Solomon watches as the body churns for a moment in the wake of the vessel...then sinks beneath the water. Arthur, with no sentimentality:
ARTHUR
Better off. Better than us.
Solomon continues to stare back at the spot where Robert was dumped as it slips further and further away.
From his pocket he takes the knife. He holds it for a moment, then lets it slip into the water. There is nothing to be done with it.
BLACK