Boat. LYON PRINCE, SAILORS
a SAILOR :
Your highness ! You look sick. You should not stay inside, but come to the deck and breath fresh air.
a SAILOR (from off stage):
A storm ! Stormclouds at 12 o'clock !
a SAILOR :
Your higness ! Don't go further inside ! The storm is not big, and offers a spectacle you cannot forget !
a SAILOR (from off stage):
Oh ! Oh ! Tighten the sails !
a SAILOR :
My prince are you... are you afraid ? The storm is waning, if that eases your worries.
Oh ! He peeks out !
a SAILOR (from off stage):
The storm is over, and the sky is back to a bright blue. Your higness ! Land ahead !