Alternate Serenity movie opening

This just in: I didn’t create "Firefly." Just Jossing here.

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The black sea stretched on, a cold void with no end and no beginning. No horizon, no destination. Just emptiness and death.

A speck of silver slid across the blackness, something with form and shape. Something rusted and mottled. The void stopped at the steel surface, giving way to metal layer upon layer. Behind one of those walls of metal, someone was laughing.

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"Ai ya, Zoe!" Kaylee chuckled, bathed in the golden light of the dining room. A knife that was clearly designed for something other than cooking now pinned a charred carcass to the floral pattern in front of her. An involuntary cough briefly interrupted Kaylee’s laugh as she waved away the smoke over Serenity’s stove. "I figure it was already dead."

"Just seemed like the thing to do," Zoe said, straight-faced. "I thought you said this dish was supposed to be easy."

"It’s easy. It’s... supposed to be easy," Kaylee faltered. "Maybe this ain’t exactly simple as, say, rerouting a G-Line but..."

"That supposed to make me feel better?" Zoe asked. "You know, Wash don’t need to expect stuff like this any-"

Hoban Washburne entered the room with a booming voice, thumbs hooked under his belt. "Woman! I desire sustenance! Bring me..." Wash’s voice died away as Zoe ripped the knife from the wall and glared at him. The blackened carcass fell to the floor with a crack. Wash changed course. "Or there’s this nice comfy chair where I can sit quietly and patiently while waiting for my lovely wife."

"Look - like this," Kaylee said, drawing Zoe’s attention back to the cutting board. "Ya ain’t gotta stab it." Zoe gave a quick sigh and mimicked Kaylee’s movements. "Scorin’ the skin’s the key," Kaylee continued. "Remember Book always said-"

"Yeah, well Book ain’t here," Zoe interrupted.

Kaylee’s lips tightened, her eyes following her knife, and for a few seconds the two worked in silence.

Zoe gave another quick sigh. "Sorry. I’m just