← They are the instruments of justice, always innocent and always quite pleased with themselves. 🔊✎
← The crew don't care anymore, all they want to do is loot the hold, and the officers are already building a comfortable little raft, just for them, with all the fresh water, so at least they can get out. And the mast's about to split, and the wind's howling, and the sails are tearing themselves apart, and all these animals are going to die, because all any of them can think about is how to save their own precious skin. 🔊✎
← The guards throw themselves on her and take her away. ✎
← Everyone looks at Creon. And he understands first, before any of the others have guessed, and he shouts suddenly like a madman, "Remove the stones! Remove the stones!" The slaves cast themselves on the heaped blocks, and among them the king, covered in sweat, his hands bleeding. The stones finally move, and the smallest onlooker can just slide into the opening. 🔊✎