It is a particularly blue afternoon in August. The sun glistens atop the water. On a derelict coastal pier, a small group of women ululate in harmonious play set in the sonic shoreline. Their colourful plumes are whipped up in dance with the wind. A passing tall ship carries 225 seafarers who delight in the magical encounter. Electronic megaphones empower, amplify and direct her ululations into the ship. Grateful passengers vocalize in response. The ululations dissipate as the ship shrinks into the horizon.