(The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord. Two figures stand on the prow of a longship, their voices weaving through the roar of the crashing waves.)
(The music drops to a heavy, tribal percussion beat. They trade lines rapidly, building tension.) Gav: We sail for honor. Peyton: We sail for gold! Gav: For the sagas... Peyton: Yet to be told! Gav: My brother’s shadow... Peyton: Walks by my side! Both: (Screamed) WITH NOWHERE LEFT FOR THE WEAK TO HIDE! (The scene opens on a mist-shrouded fjord
Peyton: (Belting) Can you hear the echo? Gav: (Deep harmony) Across the shifting sea... Both: A promise of the glory that is meant to be! Peyton: We sail for gold
Should the next one focus more on the or the emotional/mythological side? Gav: My brother’s shadow
(The music fades to a single, haunting drum beat.) Peyton: (Whispered rasp) Valhalla... Gav: (Deep hum) Calling... Both: (A final, resonant low note) Me.