Preliminary script writing...just doing a "rough draft" outline for the thematic part of the script. This will very likely change - but it's part of the process. An important part of the process.
I'd like to share it with you here:
"Shallow, murky water retains the heat of a long summer day. Silently, a lone Southern sea otter drifts languidly on her back, past a muddy bank lined with dry reeds.
Red-winged blackbirds stand vigil on the tall stalks, their sharp eyes scanning the sky above for the silhouette of a raptor. Save for the rustling of wind through dry vegetation and the occasional “chirp,” the estuary is quiet. The blackbirds would be the first to sound an alarm in the presence of danger.
The otter's eyes are closed, she is relaxed. This is a good area for her. This is a good area for her two-week-old pup, too.
Minutes pass as do the marsh lands. Narrow channels of water start to widen.
The water is cooler here.
Mother Otter need not open her eyes to know that she and her tightly held pup are drifting into more open spaces. It's a confluence of slough, inlet and harbor – an area known to humans as Moss Landing.
There's a slight tug against her. The tide is beginning to pull water from the estuary. Mother Otter carefully turns her tail, using it as rudder, to guide the mother/pup vessel of fur and slip into a sheltered pool just off the inland side of the beach. It's the last safe refuge before meeting the depth and turbulent water of Monterey Bay.
The pup reacts only slightly, nestling in deeper on his mother's warm chest fur. She is all of his world.
They'll join a Raft of 40 other female sea otters, grouping together for security and warmth.
With the orange glow of the setting sun, Mother Otter hears the barking of nearly a hundred hauled-out sea lions across the harbor. She knows they, too, are settling in for the night and soon their calls will become sparse.
As they near the others, she opens her eyes. Mother Otter has preferences for who she'll stick close to.
Finally, she sees an older female – a mother of many pups over many years – and causally guides herself into place alongside the venerable otter. The older one's nose is crisscrossed with scars, the telltale sign of many suitors.
Mother Otter looks down at the nuzzled form on her breast. He twitches with dreams, his heartbeat easily felt between them.
He is all of her world, too.
The sun turns into a dusky disc of fiery orange as it sinks below the horizon. Darkness falls. The ocean's waves are now plainly audible in the stillness.
She closes her eyes again. The pair – mother and child – survived another day. Slumber comes as she holds her pup tightly."
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