Ankyra Sound there's an oily brine bilgewater baptism waiting below

A stranger, what was one to do in the face of such a danger?

Staring off into the ocean that Lilimar knew so well,
They thought that this one must be feeling swell
Why else does one listen to waves and sit through that salty smell?

Orbs shining bright,
Paws out of their mother's sight,
They approached the stranger with their pelt of chromite

Why?
A question with no aim,
They were only attracted to the disaster