Sadie wants nothing more than to chase her dream of opening up a little theatre in the woods where her plays can be performed.
But she can't. Because although her dream is to be the Dread Playwright Sadie, right now she's the Dread Pirate Sadie, the most feared pirate in the land . . . only she's not. She's actually quite a terrible pirate. But no one knows this. And no matter how much she wishes to leave the swashbuckling life behind, she can't. Her sister Anne, the true toughest pirate in the land, refuses to take her rightful place as captain of the ship due to a childhood incident.
The Dread Pirate Sadie is an original swashbuckling fantasy comedy (40-45 mins, 8 F, 1 M, 1 M/F) full of twists, sword fights, treasure, family issues, betrayals, lots and lots of pirate speak, fish, and two awesome ships (well, actually one- dinghies aren't all that awesome if you're a pirate.)
This scene takes place at Pugly's Pub as Sadie has her crew rehearsing a new play she's written, instead of . . . I don't know . . . finding the most valuable treasure in the world that they just happen to have a map for.
More information about the play can be found by clicking on the title above or the picture below the scene. Enjoy!
Dagger: (As a beautiful butterfly in search of a mate.) Oh, if only I could find another butterfly! One to face this dark and cold world with. (Anne enters uncomfortably as a fairy. Dagger sees her and flies over to her.) Dear little fairy, do you know where I might find what I’m looking for?
Anne: (Rather angrily and with a scowl.) To find what you’re looking for - -
Sadie: Stop! You’re helping her, Anne. Not threatening her death. Now, again, but this time less . . . you.
Anne: (Anne smiles awkwardly and delivers her line again, this time less threateningly.) You must find a tree-like shrubbery that is neither a tree nor a shrubbery, for there you will find what you are looking for. (Begins to leave and Sadie mouths “Float away.” Anne floats away. Sal enters as a tree. Sadie points Finnegan to one of Sal’s “branches.” Finnegan does so but begrudgingly. Dagger notices the tree. )
Dagger: There it is! A tree-like shrubbery that is neither a tree nor a shrubbery. Are you the one that has what I desire? (Sal enters and the “play space” and stands like a tree-like shrubbery that is neither a tree nor a shrubbery.)
Sal: (In a tree-like voice.) I am. Look to my branch. (Dagger looks to a branch.) Not that one. (Dagger looks at the other “branch.”) See it. It is a cocoon. A place of rebirth. Soon something of beauty will emerge.
Dagger: From a simple cocoon?
Sal: Yes, yes, indeed. As you emerged from one, so will it. Watch and bear witness. (Dagger watches in anticipation as Finnegan stands there.)
Sadie: It’s your turn, Finnegan. Begin emerging.
Finnegan: This is bloody stupid! I don’t know how to emerge!
Sadie: Just do something. And don’t insult my work! (Finnegan does something that is ridiculous and nothing like emerging.)
Sadie: That was the worst emerging I’ve ever seen. We’ll have to work on that. Go, Dagger.
Dagger: It’s like looking in a mirror. A mirror that doesn’t show the same image, yet something similar. Speak to me, oh new found eternal friend.
Finnegan: (Delivered poorly.) I’ve waited so long inside this . . .
Sadie: Again! This time with feeling. (Finnegan shakes head but does it again. This time it’s even worse.)
Finnegan: (Still awful.) I’ve waited so long inside this - -
Sadie: Blast it! Do it again like you’re not dead inside!
Finnegan: Don’t want to! Why can’t we just drink?
Sadie: You will get a drink when you get this line right. Now, again. (Finnegan looks at Sadie angrily. Anne touches her sword to threaten her. Finnegan looks back at her script.)
Finnegan: I’ve waited . . . so . . . long . ..
Sadie: Stop! You’re terrible. And sound nothing like a butterfly who’s just emerged from a cocoon!
Finnegan: Butterflies emerging from a cocoon don’t sound like nothin’.
Sal: I disagree. I’ve witnessed many caterpillars beginning their second life and they do make a sound. It’s a rustling sound. Very relaxing. (Dagger turns to Sal.)
Dagger: I agree. That sounds always put me to sleep as a baby. That’s why me mother made me sleep in cocoons.
Finnegan: Well, butterflies don’t talk!
Sadie: It’s called theatre, Finnegan. Where anything happens. So this butterfly, you, speaks. You must find, Finnegan, your motivation for speaking. What do you want most of all?
Finnegan: I want a blasted drink.
Sadie: Not you as you. But you as the butterfly.
Finnegan: I don’t know.
Sadie: Give me something! (There is silence and then, finally, Finnegan speaks.)
Finnegan: A shot at a new beginning. Where I am free to spread me wings and experience something me have never known. (Sadie stares at Finnegan, as if thinking deeply, and then a big smile crosses her face.)
Sadie: My god. That’s brilliant! A true breakthrough, Finnegan. I think - -
Anne: Cap’n, now that Finnegan’s had a . . . breakthrough, don’t you think it’s about time we have a drink and be on our way?
Sadie: Avast ye, matey!!! It is. We shall rehearse again on the ship. This time in costume. (Dagger Tooth and Sal celebrate.) I know, Dagger Tooth and Sal, it is quite exciting. But now it be . . . time to find Serranto’s Treasure! (The other pirates cheer.)
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