There had once been a Whale in her sea. He had been ancient, existed since before her memory started. The Whale had been powerful and then he had died. She never knew why that was. The Whale's death had been gradual and she often missed his songs. He had been the best singer she'd ever known.
This whale was mournful. It was in denial. It was angry as well. It missed it's companions, it's family and pod. The whale kept hitting itself against the Red Stone even when the Red Stone was so much larger than the whale. It wanted to go back so hard, but all that happened was the creature simply gained more and more scars.
The humans were swallowed by the whale and then they came back with a scrap of floating land. She was surprised about it all. Such bizarre things were happening and she didn't understand.
She enjoyed this whale's songs, even when they were sad. They told of a ship full of pirates that loved to sing and sail around the world, searching for adventures and new places. She didn't know what these pirates were. Maybe she'd come across some.
It was a pleasant day, up until when the important human broke the little ship to hurt the whale. It's songs were different from there on. The whale was still sad, but not as sad as before.