This story takes place 10 years after the film.
I apologize in advance for any cultural or mythological inaccuracies I may have written into the story. I will do my best to keep it accurate, but I only know what Google can tell me and what I learned from the movie. Otherwise, enjoy the story! I welcome feedback, so don't be shy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Moana, but I so wish I did.
(Fun Fact: According to multiple sources, Maui was actually very small in stature, even though the movie depicts him as fairly large.)
Chapter 1 – Time Flies
Maui's P.O.V.
I stared at the Moana tattoo that had appeared only a few short years ago. I'd been spending every available minute doing new heroic feats. After a millennium being stuck on that god-forsaken island I had quite a lot of catching up to do. I pulled up a few more Islands, defeated a few monsters, went fishing. You know, the usual. Sadly, I'd been so busy causing mischief that I hadn't been able to visit my dear friend.
I hate to admit it, but I missed that curly little brat. She may have been a pain in the butt, but she was still quite the adventurer, and she had grown on me like a mold. The mini me tattoo put on a sad face, confirming what I already knew. "I know, I know. I's about time to pay her a visit," What was the name of her island again? Ah yes, Motunui.
"Hey, mind pointing me in the right direction?" I felt silly talking to water, but the ocean loved Moana and would certainly know where she was. Suddenly a large wave rolled up and gently pointed my canoe to the west. I set sail immediately. If the wind stayed on my side, I'd be there by sundown.
A smirk creeped its way across my face as a patch of green peeked up from beneath the sun just before it was about to set. I'd made good time. However, my arrival at Motunui must be perfect. I had to wait until just the right moment. If it got it right, I might be able to startle even Moana. I chuckled internally at the faces they'd surely make the moment they see me.
I can see it now: I'll transform into a beetle and sneak into one of the huts, or wherever Moana was. I'm sure she'll be recounting our grand adventure ten years ago. I mean, what else has she got to talk about? The quality of the weather? The difference between princesses and chief's daughters? No, she's bound to mention me; and when she does, I'll pop up in front of her so suddenly that it'll scare her right out of her headdress. It was the perfect plan.
When I arrived, I hid my canoe somewhere no one would notice so as not to arouse suspicion. When it was safe from the rising tide and the prying eyes of villagers I set my plan in motion, transforming myself into a tiny beetle. I flew to the village where all the islanders where supposed to be. Only, there were no villagers… I searched the surrounding areas to check and see if there was some sort of island-wide event happening. Perhaps a feast or a luau, but nothing. Weird…
As the sun went down I saw that most of the huts had fires lit. Well finally, some sign of civilization. I was getting bored not having anyone to admire my heroic deeds. As I flew over to what looked like the chief's hut, I snuck in through the window and looked around to find Moana. The first thing I saw was that this was no girl. She had curves where I was certain she hadn't had them before. In the mere ten years since I'd seen her she'd truly blossomed into a rare beauty. And I would know. I've lived thousands of years; I've seen my fair share of pretty women.
She was kneeling by what I assumed was her father's bedroll, helping him drink from a coconut. The woman I figured is her mother lay beside him, sleeping. But what really caught my attention was the look on Moana's face. Tears streaked down her sun-kissed skin as she tried to hold them back. Her expression was locked into some mixture between fear and concern. It was unnerving. I'd only ever seen her with pure determination or starry-eyed optimism on her face. Well, that and anger. I knew better than anyone how to piss her off. It's almost a game for me.
I wondered what could possibly be so wrong as to worry even the hero maiden Moana of Motunui herself. Reluctantly deciding to rethink my entrance into something a little less entertaining, and more polite, I flew out the window and transformed back into my normal awe-inspiring Demigod self. Leaning nonchalantly on my signature fish hook and flashing a cheeky smile I announced myself.
"I'm looking for a curly-haired kid by the name of Moana. Anyone home?"
