Almost two years had passed since Moana and Maui had restored the Heart of Te Fiti, and Moana had spent most of that time since then voyaging with her family. But now they had sailed back to Motonui.
Moana had done a lot of maturing in that time, she'd grown into a fine young woman. Having become chief of her people now, she had a new inner strength in her, with her parent's guidance, she was doing wonderfully.
Being back home was a weird but good feeling, it'd been quite a while since she'd stepped foot onto her island, but she relished is seeing the village still flourishing.
Her cousin Pania had been her right-hand girl during their voyages, and she remained so. The cousins had grown closer and were best friends.
And of course, Maui was there for every voyage, with them at every new village they found, and they created new trading ties.
But despite all the positive changes that had followed Moana, she still couldn't help but feel that her adventures were incomplete, she felt a new kind of pull towards the sea every time she looked that way. It annoyed her, but this time she genuinely tried to ignore it.
"It's nothing… it's just the remaining thrill," She kept telling herself.
She carried on, assisting her people in whatever they needed help with. Her father was growing old, and Moana became diligently aware that his time here was fading. While at a council meeting, this was brought up.
"I know that…" Moana groaned in the newest reminder.
"Moana, you've lead our people with strength, wisdom, and kindness, and you've done it well, but perhaps you should start considering on looking for a partner." Moana raised an uninterested eyebrow.
"Do I need to?" There was an awkward pause.
"No… but, we feel that you ought to consider it, after all, those new villages you met with during your voyages, surely there are heirs to those villages, are there not?"
"Of course there are, but I felt no interest in any of them. They were nice, but not my types. I'm not even 18 yet!" With a huff of annoyance, Moana stood and left the meeting.
Now to say she didn't want to eventually fall in love was a lie, she wanted to meet someone, but all the boys her age she'd known, grown up with, and met, were not her type and didn't have a lot in common, and gods forbid she was not going to have a political marriage, absolutely not.
She made her way to an isolated beach to watch the sunset, wanting to be alone to think. She heard the flapping of wings and looked up to see Maui. He detransformed and landed in the sand beside her. He stuck his hook into the sand.
"What's with the long face, Curly?" He asked. Moana rolled her eyes at his nickname for her.
"Just a little annoyed, it'll pass." She replied.
"Annoyed about what?"
"Chiefly things."
"What kinds of chiefly things?"
"Getting married." Maui made a mocking kissy face at her, earning a shove in the face.
"Stop that! Look, I'm just, I don't know if I'm ready, plus I haven't met any guys that I'm interested in, plus most of them are just not my type."
"What is your type then?" Moana paused, she actually wasn't sure. Definitely not someone macho or whatever. She frowned as she thought about it.
"I… honestly have no idea. I've never really had to think about it, y'know?" Maui nodded.
"I get it. Well, you never know, it'll surprise you."
"Oh yeah, you're sure?"
"Very! I could even ask the gods to bestow a man for you!" He joked, Moana put her hands up and made a face.
"Haha, no, don't do that." Maui laughed.
"Ah I'm just messing with you, but seriously, you'll find someone eventually." With that, Maui left, leaving Moana to her thoughts.
"Yeah, that's not what I'm worried about." She mumbled to herself.