Sylphs of Tortuga Bay

It’s late. Everyone is fast asleep on this, the calmest of nights, but you are restless.

Something or someone is calling you.

Drawn to the magnificent moon resting low in the starlit sky, you make your way out into the dense mangroves, the soft sand cushioning your steps.

Along the shoreline, moonbeams cast a silvery sheen over the sparkling surface of the tranquil sea.

A gentle ocean breeze paints your skin as the sand between your toes solidifies under the foamy water lapping at your feet.

Wading further, you freeze, captivated by the bioluminescent tail of a fish dancing, shimmering, and fading into darkness.

A firefly draws your gaze toward a sloop anchored close to shore, your heartbeat rising as bells suddenly echo across the bay.

You can hear the creaking of rigging, the rolling of kegs, and music; a rhythmic beat, frantic and bold as you taste the sweet scent of rum in the air.

Your eyes glaze over as flickering flames cast shadows of dancing sylphs carried ashore during times of high adventure and lawlessness. Such beauty was everywhere.

It’s late. A voice speaks from behind.

Everyone is fast asleep.

Gear Used

Software

• Ableton Live 12
• D16 Group Phoscyon 2
• Arturia Analog Lab
• u-he Bazille
• Soniccharge Microtonic