John White leans over the empty wooden chest, staring blankly before slowly raising his hands to rub his temples in deep frustration. A harsh gust of wind rattles the cabin walls. The camera slowly dollies in over his shoulder, emphasizing the total lack of resources. On-screen dialogue (characters speak with lip-sync): John White: "Not a single biscuit left. This is disastrous." No backgroun...
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