Blood seeps through the deck, dripping onto Gordon’s head as he looks up. THUD, the warship collides with the Smithsonian, Gordon swallows nervously. Smaller thuds follow as ladders come down. Bloodthirsty screams precede a melee; swords clash as roars and deathly heaves are exchanged. Suddenly, moments of eerie quiet. Then the metal clonking of French officer boots is heard above.