When a Fisherman Dies, a mystery is revealed.

On the wild, windswept Isle of Islay, retired fisherman Ruairidh MacEachern collapses mid-lunch, leaving behind more than just questions. Hidden among his belongings, his grandson Alasdair discovers an ancient bagpipe chanter and realizes that a haunting tune he is familiar with is the link to his grandfather’s final legacy.

Desperate for answers, Alasdair turns to the enigmatic Sandalwood Investigation Agency. What begins as a simple search soon unravels into a tangled legacy of ancient clans, royal betrayal, and forbidden truths etched into the very soul of the Highlands.

History isn’t always in the books—sometimes, it’s in the music. In Scotland, the past sings. Are you listening?

Òran tàlaidh a’ Phìobaire

©Gil (Randaidh) Waugh

Caidil a ghraidh
sìth mo leanabh
cadal cho binn
cadal beadraich
mar cheòl na pìoba
a' seòladh air a' ghaoith
tàladh a' phìobaire

Ar laoch fhathast beò
an dàn na fhaclan
ag innse dhuinn
cò th' annainn
an cuimhnich sinn?
cadal beadraich
tàladh a' phìobaire

Caidil a leanabain
's dùisgidh sibh
ciùin 's deiseil
làidir 's reaghlorach
mar cheòl na pìoba
a' seòladh air a' ghaoith
tàladh a' phìobaire

Cuimhnichidh mi
rè mo chadail
cadal cho binn
beadraich cho binn
gràdh geal mo chridhe
cadal beadraich
tàladh a' phìobaire

Tha e a' fuireachd
'nar chridheachan
dachaidh cho binn
's dìonaidh sinn e
mar cheòl na pìoba
a' seòladh air a' ghaoith
òran-tàlaidh a' phìobaire.

~~~

Sleep my love
peace my baby
sleep so sweet
sleep's caress
like the pipes
sailing on the wind,
the piper's lullaby

Our hero lives on
destiny in his words
reminding us
who we are
will we remember?
sleep's caress,
the piper's lullaby

Sleep children
you will awaken
calm and ready
strong and resonating
like the pipes
sailing on the wind,
the piper's lullaby

I will remember
while I sleep
words so sweet
my bright love
sleep's caress,
the piper's lullaby

It lives
in our hearts
home so sweet
so we'll protect it
like the pipes
sailing on the wind,
the piper's lullaby