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Hope's Journey - Story Beats
The story would be basically like this.
Beat 1
[Inky darkness, oceans waves, wind and rain.]
[I am thinking I'll start from the child in the water ('candle held overhead') POV. Without revealing child, camera at water line bobbing in the waves, gasping, splashing, maybe fear sound, a tiny glow from the candle faint on the waves, (not clear what it is, just a hint of light)]
[Then the camera travels over the water a fair distance, wind and rain into the camera until, through the mist and darkness on the horizon a faint lightening is seen, resolving slowly into the ship's lantern]
Beat 2
As the light draws closer it resolves into a boat with a young girl at the helm. She looks hopeful ,leaning forward -anticipating finding what she seeks.
[The boat needs to be struggling and battling against the wind, waves and rain in the same way that stubborn hope battles against despair and adversity]
Voice: "Do we sail in a world of dark, in wooden boat on inky sea, with feeble lanterns on the prow?"
Beat 3
[She sails past our position to the right we see he continuing onward into the storm.]
[We see a lit island, and later a continent that cast their own light, (on the port side) but all else is inky dark]
Voice: "Are there those whose brighter lives, place them on tiny sunny isles, or brilliant continents within, the ebon shroud?
[She passes the 'lit' islands/continent, maybe she waves or just observes the people playing, laughing etc as she goes forward. Always looking forward into the dark. Seeing a way clear. ]
[The island has one person on it, as if asking 'is hope found in each individual?' the continent has a family visible as if asking 'or is hope found in our relationships?'. There could be little glows in the distance from a few other other islands.
Beat 4
[She sails onward and to starboard we see the dim, sputtering bobbing light on the waves.]
Voice: "Do some less fortunate, swim instead with candles held high overhead, struggling to maintain, their dim and flickering flame?
She sees the little boy with 'lit candle overhead' she reaches down with one hand (like a horse back rider) and without slowing grabs his hand and swings him aboard.
Beat 5
He then stands in front of her, her hand protectively on his shoulder (mother image) and now they both look forward hopefully, anticipating and with wonder.
[Need to revise image. This should still be under storm conditions, fighting, ever fighting the waves and rain. The prow needs to look less cute and more determined[?]]
Beat 6
[After battling the storm, the rain slows down and we see them asleep, heads resting on the prow or railing[?] Then we see the first fingers blush of light upon their faces - still dark but lightening. Smoke / clouds moving from the land (as if the cause of the dark clouds). They awake in wonder at the light]
Beat 7
Voice: "Or do we live in a world of light ..."
[As they approach the land, and the beach (or dock?) with the 'kettle burners.' We see this land rising from the waves, haze and smoke, people milling around, dirty, gritty]
Beat 8
[the kettle burners, people of all types, miserable, grumbling, smmoking kettles on their backs of various sizes and shapes]
Voice "...each with iron kettle out of sight, filled with coals whose smokey fire we stoke with fear and sadness?"
Beat 9
They proceed through all these various people, who are moaning, and complaining, while tossing kindling or coal into their own kettles, and other peoples kettles. Making each other sad or miserable. Some adults are strapping kettles on the back of children. There is smoke and misery.
Beat 10
There is a hill that rises above the smoke and the girl and boy from the boat proceed hopefully forward through the smoke to the light they see.
Beat 11
A child who was about to get a kettle on his back sees them and runs after them, the kettle falls to the ground; other children follow.
Voice: "And are there those who refuse to feed, the blaze and so are freed, from sooty haze to then enjoy the brilliant sky?"
Beat 12
Some of the parents chasing their kids throw off their kettles and all walk to the top of the hill. The valley beyond the hill is free of smoke, bright and beautiful full of flowers, birds, butterflies etc.
[The begin to walk down into the valley holding hands, now joyous.]
END
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