We become aware – a little way behind
him in the night air – are standing the
three ‘Sirens’. They are all dressed in
black evening dresses. Two of them are
silvery blonde, the centre one having
very dark hair and is a little taller. Their
dress is individual, and there are
glittering accents of jewellery i.e. a
pendant earring, a shoe buckle a brooch.
The materials are soft and rich. They are
all pale but wearing exquisite make up,
beautifully groomed and in no way brash
or tarty. They move silently and
gracefully.

The sounds of soft pervasive music
gently floods in waves as they dance,
gently swirling – advancing and
retreating – and creating the gentle but
persuasive and powerful caress of an
advancing tide. The sounds hold the
sailor spellbound, but he is only
physically aware of them as they get
closer and swirl gently – almost brushing
his sides. As the tide advances he
shudders and crumples rolling over as if
hit by an extremely powerful wave and
very slowly rolls twisting over and over,
with moments of stillness, until the next
slightly softer yet relentless wave hits
him – when he slowly rolls on washed by
the tide until he is totally still lying on
the sand in front of the Pierette. The
light (possibly just a torch) follows him –
to give the flesh of his torso a pale
phosphorescence during this sequence.