Four: Man Of War
EXT. THE “INDY”
MARINE ARCHAELOGICAL RESEARCH VESSEL- DAY
BAY. NORTH CAROLINA...
CLOSE UP on a diving mask as the camera
pulls back to reveal the mask being snapped on by a
fully suited diver sitting on the side of a vessel,
obviously he is preparing to go overboard.
Say hi Rich.
The diver waves at the camera in a
Uh hi folks this is update report number two. As I speak
we are right above the wreck of the HMS Persephone,
probably the most famous wreck in the Anchor Bay area.
We can see that the narrator is a young
bearded man JACK FRAKES. He is speaking directly into
The Persephone visited Davy Jones’s locker here
in 1644 after coming off second best in a battle with
the pirate ship The Red Hand captained by the dreaded
Benjamin Briggs. Briggs had a reputation for being as
crazy as he was brilliant, but you have to wonder how
much is legend and how much is fact.
Which is why we’re here right? Our seal boy here
is going under on a little reconnaissance mission for
Isn’t that right seal boy?
Rich gives the ok signal to the camera
and tumbles off the side of the boat, entering the water
below with a SPLASH! Frakes, camera in hand, walks over
the side of the boat and watches the descent.
Despite it’s reputation as a world class diving
site very little of the Persephone has been explored.
Part of that may be the fact that it lies under 165
feet of Atlantic water, too deep to be examined by recreational
divers. Another reason may be the fact that according
to local Anchor Bay lore….
EXT. UNDER WATER
We see Rich descending deeper and deeper
into the mire. He switches on his under water search
The wreck of the Persephone is haunted
Frakes puts down the camera for a second.
We always could pick ‘em.
One of Frake’s assistants ANDREA
MORALES, a pretty brunette fresh out of college walks
across. Her arms are folded and she carries a skeptical
I just hope he remembers how to work the damn hydroscope
Rich is a diver not a technician. Relax, he knows what
Frakes glances over at another assistant.
Not long now.
(with a smile)
I swear the guy can sink like a stone.
EXT. UNDERWATER WRECK
Rich swims closer and closer to the
looming shadow of the wreck. Rotted planks of wood jut
out at impossible angles. Something made matchwood of
this ship. Rich’s eyes strain to see.
P.O.V UNDERWATER CAMERA
We are now seeing through Rich’s
hydroscope. The camera pans across the decayed exterior
of the ship. We spot a large hole in the hull. The camera
turns to darkness as Rich enters inside.
beam of light from Rich’s lamp cuts a swathe through
the inky blackness. He swims deeper and deeper into
the belly of the ship. Something makes him stop. He
cocks his head in curiosity and reaches out to grab
Frakes once again takes up his camera
to provide commentary for his field report.
As you are aware there are several factors which affect
the rate of decay of a shipwreck. The depth of the water,
the construction materials of the ship, and the salinity.
One of the mysteries we will attempt to solve on this
trip is why a wooden ship almost four hundred years
old can be so well preserved in under 165 feet of heavily
At the moment your guess is as good as mine.
The camera begins to buzz and white
out with static.
(motioning to the back of the ship)
Looks like we got a fog bank rolling in Jack.
The small crew gathers at the back
of the boat.
Bad one too.
A huge, dense bank of fog is heading
straight for the Indy, rolling over the waters relentlessly.
Jesus Jack, look at it go!
Frakes continues to struggle with the
I gotta get this.
We have to get Rich back up here.
Yeah, yeah we will…….
Frakes walks forward with camera in
hand towards the fog.
Hey Jack, you ok?
Frakes stares into the fog, suddenly
his eyes widen.
Oh my god!
EXT. SURFACE- LATER
Rich breaks the surface of the water.
He removes his goggles and looks around him. He spots
the Indy bobbing gently on the sea. Everything is calm.
Jack! Over here! Andrea!
With a puzzled look on his face he
begins to swim towards the ship.
EXT. “INDY” DECK
He climbs on board. There is no one
You’re not gonna believe this! Hey!
Yeah very professional guys.
He peers inside the cabin, but still
no sign of anyone, living or dead. He continues to search
the ship but finds no trace of any living thing.
Where the hell is everyone?
– “Man of War”
INT. BATHROOM- DAY
CLOSE UP on water swirling around in
the sink. PAN UP to reveal Sam Winchester drying off
his face with a towel. He turns to exit but something
draws him back to his own reflection. He stands there,
transfixed by his own image, staring deeply into his
own eyes. He runs his fingers across the subtle folds
in his face.
KNOCK! at the bathroom door.
God dammit Sam, even Mom didn’t take this long
in the bathroom.
Startled, Sam spins around.
Yeah, hang on.
He opens the door, only to see Dean
rushing past. Dean locks himself in the bathroom..
That’s the good stuff.
Sam sits down on the bed and notices
Dean's duffle bag. Some of its contents have spilled
onto the mattress.
You're a neat packer.
Sam notices some notes and newspaper
clippings. He takes them out and begins to read them.
Dean exits the bathroom.
(holding up the clippings)
He continues packing.
Anchor Bay tragedy recalls ghost of Mary Celeste?
University diving crew in vanishing mystery?
You've been keeping up with this stuff?
I thought you meant the bag. It's genuine hemp you know.
(holding up a clipping)
This is a job.
Dean takes the clippings from Sam's
Was a job.
What do you mean? Aren't you interested?
Of course I am, but -
Dean pauses, Sam notices.
But you're worried about me aren't you?
Dean half ignores Sam's statement and
continues stuffing clothes in his bag.
It's too soon for you Sammy thats all.
You don't think I get a say in that?
Sam stands up.
I'm ready Dean.
Dean stops and faces Sam.
I've no doubt you think you are Sammy, but you can't
rush back into these things. This isn't easing yourself
back into life at the office. You know how dangerous
our job is.
That's why I wanna get back out there Dean! You can't
keep me wrapped in cotton wool. Do you think I like
dwelling on this? To have nothing else to think about
then what happened?
I don’t know how many more motel rooms and Munster's
reruns I can take.
I'm climbing the walls man.
Dean contemplates this for a while
and sighs. Maybe Sam was right as much as he hated to
admit it. He produces the clippings and lays them out
on the bed. Sam shoots Dean a relieved smile.
You know of the Mary Celeste right?
I may still have cobwebs Dean, I don't have Alzheimers.
Could you be a bit more specific?
Alright get this. Four people set sail on an archaeological
research boat doing a preliminary study on an old shipwreck.
Calm day, no storm, no quells, no nothing. Four people
set out. No one comes back.
They’re all gone?
The boat was found derelict, no signs of life on board.
Even the woodlice were dead.
Look Sam you sure about this?
Yeah, I think so…
He smiles weakly.
Back in the saddle right?
Dean returns the smile and gives Sam
a playful pat on the shoulder as he gets up.
Back in the saddle man. It'll be like old times.
Sam is left alone and thoughtful on
The Impala chugs through a small, sleepy
CUE - "Back in the Saddle" – Aerosmith
Driving by the quay we see boats and
ships moored to the docks, while fishermen go about
their business tying up their ships for the night.
Dean glances out the window.
Nice little place. Too nice. You just know it’s
hiding a secret. They always are
Sam is reading off his laptop.
Welcome to Remington, Home of Ian “Jolly”
Rogers, legendary banjo player and the world’s
third largest ball of string….
We hit the jackpot on this one Sammy.
There’s a lot of history here. A lot.
Gimme the gist.
You hear of Benjamin Briggs?
The pirate right?
Yeah, his ship ‘The Red Hand’ ambushed and
sank the H.M.S. Persephone out in Anchor Bay in 1644.
It was a pretty famous battle.
And that happened here?
(motions to the sea)
Out there, yes.
Didn’t he light his beard on fire too?
I bet that was a bitch to recreate for fancy dress.
Dean glances across at Sam. The dry
humor, the cheesy jokes weren’t working. They
usual didn’t but this was different. Dean’s
Let’s check in somewhere.
INT. “BRIGG’S INN”
Dean and Sam enter the welcoming area.
The place looks like a themed pirate night.
Of all the places we could have stayed….
ignores Sam and struts to the check in desk. It’s
manned by a jaded young receptionist.
That’ll be twenty shillings.
Just gimme me thirty five dollars.
Ye old dollars.
Sam walks by.
Nice place you got here.
I’m gonna like it here…
“BRIGG’S INN”. BAR. NIGHT
Sam sits alone at a table. Dean scuttles
over, balancing two beer glasses.
Drink up me hearty.
Sam smiles gingerly.
The novelty is gonna wear off sooner or later.
What novelty is that?
Everything named after pirates.
Yeah I know. Look I was thinking tomorrow we go talk
to the guys that salvaged it. A cargo boat called The
Hesperus captained by a guy called Dwight Dreyfuss,
they found the Indy and tugged her in.
Why not tonight?
We just got here.
And when has that stopped us before?
I just thought it would be nice, just to, you know…
What’s so funny?
You’re putting in so much effort. It’s cute.
You know what I mean. Besides I think piracy might still
be alive and well in this place.
Dean glances around the bar. Confused.
It’s the oldest trick in the book. Salvaging ships
leaves itself wide open to corruption. How many times
have you heard of seemingly abandoned ships which turn
out to be murder scenes?
You saying that the crew was murdered or the disappearance
is a cover to what… claim money?
Insurance, salvage, compensation. Who knows it’s
just a thought.
Right. And research boats are a treasure trove for capital
Maybe they found something…
(takes a sip of beer)
Maybe. Or just maybe there’s more to this story
then meets the eye. It's not like this stretch of sea
doesn't have previous…
No, disappearances. Going all the way back to the 1600's.
Briggs's ship itself was never found. All in all almost
forty ships and twenty five hundred people have gone
missing in or around Anchor Bay in four hundred years.
Now I'm no mathematician but that's…
(tries some calculations in his head)
We could be looking at a window area like the Bermuda
Triangle, or maybe another Hell Gate?
I don't think so. There's some intelligence at work
here. Look at this…
Dean points to some of Sam's notes.
USS Titan disappears November 17th 1923 with a loss
of all 298 on board. How do you lose something that
weighs 18,000 tons?
Sam takes a sip of his beer.
1934 The Rhodesia, 34 on board, 1938 Constance Two -
56 on board, 1940 USS Stormbreaker, 200 souls lost,
Ok! I get the message
Something is swallowing these ships Sam. With so much
loss of life, how can this spot NOT be haunted? The
place must be like frickin' spook central.
You've done your homework. I'm impressed.
It never took much to impress you Sammy. Your clothes
are testament to that.
CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal an old
woman sitting at the bar. She shoots the Winchester
boys a menacing glance.
EXT. DOCKSIDE. DAY
Dean and Sam are walking down the dockside
amid the hustle and bustle of busy seamen.
Well there’s no shortage of sailors here if you’re
looking for a good time.
Start with the seaman jokes Dean and you can drive back
Dean spots the boat they are looking
(still smiling, nodding)
Hey, head’s up.
They walk across to the boat. Men are
loading crates on board, they don’t seem to notice
Hey! We’re looking for Dwight Dreyfuss?
A SAILOR stops and looks down.
He continues with his work
So much for that ol’ sailor hospitality.
Your captain right? Can you tell us where he is?
The sailor nods further up the docks.
Dean and Sam walk away without a word.
Don’t mention it
Dean and Sam spot a middle aged, bearded
gent walking briskly towards them. Dean motions to the
That your boat?
Us, we’re from Frake’s faculty.
Dreyfuss looks confused.
The guys that disappeared?
I’m sorry for your loss.
He brushes past Dean and Sam on his
way to the boat.
We were just wondering if we could ask you about it?
The disappearance I mean.
I don’t know much about what happened. I can’t
be of any use to you.
Sam edges closer to Dreyfuss.
Yeah, but you found the boat. You were the first on
I doubt I was.
What do you mean by that?
Like I said. You know why they call this stretch of
water the graveyard of the Atlantic?
North Carolina has a reputation –
I’m not talking about that. I’m talking
about Anchor Bay. We don’t get much attention
down here, nor do we want it. There’s something
strange about those waters. Always has been.
Dreyfuss hauls himself onto his boat.
Makes people steer clear, especially of things they
deem to be…
You think the derelict was unnatural?
What the hell happened out there?
You boys just aren’t gonna go away are you?
Dreyfuss motions for him to board the
God damn barnacles.
Dean shoots Sam a sly glance. They
always get their way. The Winchesters climb on board
Dreyfuss’s boat, eager to hear his story.