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Panel 1 [Narrow shot of Lawrence’s journal entry to transition to new scene]

JOURNAL:
April 10th, 1844

Begins my first day as ship’s doctor. It seems that many of the crew have been saving their ailments for the day when a true physician came to fill the vacancy. They have been coming to me all morning.

Panel 2 [A line of men wait below decks outside Lawrence's cabin. Josiah examines boils on his arms. George coughs into his fist. Frank rubs the back of his neck. Martin pokes at a bad tooth.]

Panel 3 [At the end of the line that snakes into Lawrence’s cabin, Lawrence is seated on a crate next to his medical kit on his desk, speaking with Abnur Wright]

ABNUR:
Been sick for a while but didn’t want to say nothin’ to the captain. Because, you know, he’s no doctor. And he seems kind of…kind of ornery, you know?

Panel 4 [Shot over Lawrence's shoulder as he looks up at Abnur who's frowning and fidgeting with his hands]

LAWRENCE:
What’s ailing you, Mr.Wright?

ABNUR:
Been feelin awful feverish…been havin' a itch on my palms. I swear I’m here for a reason; I’m not sogerin’ to get out of work like some of ‘em are.