the moment Marco is hit — not just by the sea, but by the unbearable weight of what he carries.
✴ SCENE: “The Sea Remembers”
EXT. STORMY SHORELINE – EVENING
Marco stands alone on the beach. The others are back at the car. The sky is heavy, the tide restless. Something feels off.
He steps closer to the waves, letting the cold water crash over his feet. Then his knees. Then his chest. He doesn’t stop walking.
Marco (to himself):
“It’s just water.”
But the ocean shifts. The wind drops. The surf recedes unnaturally, sucking back as if inhaling.
Marco (frozen):
“Wait—”
The wave crashes.
Not just water — memory.
INT. VISION – BENEATH THE SURFACE
He’s falling.
Down, down, through endless blue. And then — suddenly — he’s not Marco anymore.
He’s in bronze armor. On a burning ship. A man screams for Ithaca. The deck is slick with blood. His own hands push someone overboard to save them. Or maybe to save himself. There are hundreds of them.
“Odysseus, what have we done?”
“We’re cursed men!”
“The sea is not merciful—”
BOOM.
A ship explodes behind him. The smoke fills his lungs.
He’s swimming now. Through corpses. Through fire. Through time.
He hears them scream.
“600 men followed. Few returned.”
The sea pulls tighter around his chest. Salt in his eyes. Salt in his blood.
Then—
He gasps.
EXT. SHORE – REALITY
He bursts from the water, coughing, stumbling back onto the beach. Laura’s running. Hermes is already there. Mora follows, shouting.
Laura (worried):
“Marco?! Are you okay?! What happened—”
Marco (shaking):
“I saw them.”
Hermes crouches beside him. Not grinning now.
Hermes (quietly):
“The sea knows you. It always has.”
Marco meets his eyes.
Marco:
“What am I?”
Hermes:
“Not a hero. Not a villain. Just a boy who carries what was never buried.”
Marco looks at the ocean. It’s calm again. Mocking him.
Marco (soft):
“It remembers.”
Godmode: Enabled 