Do you know what that reminds me of?
Not a score of “music” per se, but a very literal soundtrack of daily life from those times. I’m hearing the creaking of wooden ships moving slowly across smooth waters.
One of the few things I miss about the Navy is being on the water, and looking out across the fantail (rear area of a ship). My first duty was on a wooden ship, a Minesweeper, stationed in Charleston, S.C.
In this piece, I hear Seagulls flying, chatting and chasing each other in the frothy wake of that ship. They are looking for their next meal.
Evocative is a frequent description of early music, IMHO.