Black Death reaches England at Weymouth
A ship from Gascony arrives at Weymouth harbor, carrying sailors infected with the Black Death. Townspeople and dockworkers react with growing fear as they realize the severity of the situation, while
Setting
Weymouth Harbor, Dorset, England. The scene is set on the docks where a ship from Gascony has just arrived. The wooden planks of the dock are weathered and worn, with gaps revealing the dark water below. The harbor is bustling with activity, but there's an undercurrent of unease.
Characters
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Ship Captain
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A grizzled Gascon sailor in his late 40s, with a weather-beaten face, deep-set eyes shadowed by fatigue, and a wiry frame hardened by years at sea. His skin is tanned and leathery, with early signs of plague visible in the dark buboes forming under his jawline and the feverish sheen on his forehead.
Harbormaster
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A middle-aged man with a wiry build, sun-weathered skin, and a permanent squint from years of scanning the horizon. His salt-and-pepper beard is neatly trimmed, and his hands bear the calluses of a man who's worked the docks his entire life.
Town Physician
secondary
A middle-aged man with a gaunt face and sharp, observant eyes. His hair is thinning and streaked with grey, tied back in a simple knot. His hands are clean but show signs of frequent washing, with long fingers suited for precise work. He wears a pair of round spectacles perched on his nose, a rare luxury for the time.
Dockworker
secondary
A burly man in his late 30s with sun-weathered skin and calloused hands, his muscular frame strained from years of heavy lifting. His dark hair is cropped short under a woolen cap, and a thick beard partially obscures a jagged scar across his left cheek.
Fishwife
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A middle-aged woman with a wiry frame, her face weathered by years of exposure to sea winds. Her hands are rough from handling fish and nets, and her dark hair is partially covered by a coif, with strands escaping in disarray.
Dialog
Ship Captain
By the mainmast, man! We've paid our dues in Bordeaux—you'll not deny us harbor now!
Harbormaster
Mark my words, Captain—that ship reeks of death. The tide's turned ill upon you.
Ship Captain
A pox on your suspicions! My men need rest, not this... this dockside inquisition!
Harbormaster
By Christ's bones... those black swellings on your boatswain's neck—
Ship Captain
Quiet, you fool! You'll have every merchant from here to Poole bolting their doors!
Harbormaster
Too late for silence. The physician's already fled—and the bailiff with him.
Ship Captain
Then by Pluto's balls, we'll unload ourselves!
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