vessel poised to transport us to Sadong Port on Ulleungdo, a stepping stone before reaching the elusive Dokdo. The sea voyage unfurled like a cinematic masterpiece, offering panoramic views of the undulating waves and the distant silhouette of Ulleungdo's rugged cliffs.
Upon landing, the landscape of Ulleungdo embraced us—a fusion of pristine forests and rugged coastlines. A swift transition
vessel of clay was framed, and the Lords hand is the urn in which these ashes shall be preserved. I am the dust and the ashes of the temple of the Holy Ghost, and what marble is so precious? But I am more than dust and ashes: I am my best part, I am my soul. And being so, the breath of God, I may breathe back these pious expostulations to my God: My God, my God, why is not my soul as sensible as
stone street
that leads to the wharf.
OLDER CHUCK (V.O.)
I never got close to him, nobody
did. But by the time we made Tampa,
I was sure I knew who he was, that I
understood what he saw, what
nourished his soul and tested his
faith...
??
EXT. WHARF - DAY
Chuck stares out across the harbor. In the distance, the
echoes of singing masts. Shrouds and canvas softly ping.
The small boats of Mystic tug
vessel. Flip-flopping; out
of control. Its stern roaring with flame. It passes; its
blue fire surging into the screen.
"THE THING"
A thundering...
FADE TO:
A BLIND AND FERAL WHITENESS
... Glacial desert... gusts of snow... superimpose:
ANTARCTICA 1982 WINTER
A SOUND
Loud and strident. A helicopter streaks across frame. It
travels precariously close to the ground; its chassis
battered and swayed b
stone-faced. Hayes forces a smile.
HAYES
Hardly the case, Senator.
DEHAVEN
Well, Im just an old dame without
much time left, so youll pardon me
if I jump right in here before they
discontinue my blood-type. I am
deeply concerned over the Navys
seemingly incontrovertible attitude
toward women in the military. Case
in point...
On cue, aides begin distributing reports to other members
of the dais. H