Coconut Grove a siren sounds like the goddess who

I have to call you something

The sea was like an old friend, or perhaps a distant relative. He thought fondly of his time on the isle, with his older brother’s family. One day, he told himself, he’d find out if they were still there, or maybe how they were doing. 

Beneath the shadow of a palm tree, Sable considered the chipmunk on his legs. The chipmunk considered him back, quite possibly considering what to name him in reply, in the odd squeaky language it used.

Sable tilted his head to the right.

I don’t know what to name you. Another tilt, to the other side.

You probably already have a name, but it’s probably dumb, because you’re a chipmunk.

So what should he even call the determined little rodent who didn’t seem to want to let him go?