Hey Guys! I'm back with another romantic adventure, as I enjoyed the Movie Moana so much. Even though there was a few innacurate things about it, the producers aren't perfect, and i found it to be amazing anyway. Maui, as well, is not 'fat', but is just really muscly, okay? Just clearing that up. Also, i have no, absolutely NO romance between Moana and Maui, and instead they are like an annoying oder brother and stubborn little sister. All rights to Disney and obviously the people of the pacific islands who this story is about anyway. Also Hina is a goddess of the ocean and moon, and sometimes is depicted as Maui's older sister, but sometimes as his wife. obviously I'm not going with the sister thing, just to also clear that up. Anyway, all in all, I have barely any rights this time.
Enjoy!

It was a wonderful day, the weather was every Wayfinders dream. The wind bounced across the ocean playfully, tackling at the sails with a tender force, which drove them forward. The waves themselves were rising and falling gently, but the wind threw their spray into the air and into Moana's face. Her cheeks had long ago grown used to the amount that she smiled while on the ocean, as she grinned right now.

Moana's hair remained in the tightest bun she could manage on days like this, trying to restrain it. On a smaller canoe it wasn't a problem, but on larger ones there was more ropes, more people and more dangerous things her unruly hair could get snagged in. Her feathery dress fluttered and would have tickled her three years ago, but she had long grown used to it, enjoying her likeness to a bird. She hadn't seen any seabirds for a while, but she was anticipating it soon, on her travel home. She'd been away for many months, leaving to find other islands and adventures again. They had come across many miniature islands and were returning to their mother island, grateful of their experience, as always, but also glad to be heading home.

One bird she had seen many times however, was Maui, as a giant hawk soaring around her pack of canoes, and sometimes landing on her own. It was weeks between each of his visits, and he was always himself. After three years of friendship, Moana couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, but also roll her eyes in annoyance. Only an older brother could be as annoying as him. he constantly teased her about 'how useless she was at being a Wayfinder', and always insisted on maybe letting him take over, at which she would laugh, then would try smacking him off the canoe with the signed oar she still had, which had survived through storms and all sorts of trouble.

She hadn't seen him for a long while, and just like she was expecting signs of her island soon, she was expecting his shadowy form across the sky.
Ahonui, a good friend of Moana's, walked up next to her as she stared ahead of her.

"Where's the bothersome feather-head?" he asked with a smile.

"You better not be referring to me." Moana said with a smile, not looking at him.

He laughed, "Of course not, Palu. I've just not seen our monstrously muscled friend recently."

"Our friend, Ahonui?" Moana tilted her head with a smiling pout.

"Hey, it's not my fault he doesn't like me."

"You dropped a bucket of fish on his head." Moana deadpanned.

"By accident! The guy is just too worried about that hair of his." Ahonui leaned against the post with his arms crossed and one leg tucked behind the other.

"You know," Moana said, raising an eyebrow, "Other gods might have killed you for it. I think you got off easy."

"Great, I'll remember next time I see him to thank him for tossing me off the boat instead. And the Ocean doesn't save anyone except you, and the stupid chicken!" Ahonui pointed dramatically at a skinny rooster who had plunked himself down in a tiny nest in the middle of the deck, where everyone had to avoid stepping on him. Heihei cocked his head, let out a single cluck, then closed his eyes again.

Moana shook her head fondly with a smile, and turned around again to watch for her homeland. Meanwhile, not realising she might see Maui a lot sooner than she thought.

Maui would never get sick of the wind, rough or calm, going through his over-sized feathers. It had only been three years since he had regained his power, after a thousand years of not being able to change, to travel, to see, to soar, and he was cherishing every moment that he remembered that he had it back. And all of it he owed to that curly haired non-princess. And Te Fiti, who he had visited recently. She rarely ever woke, but he could still feel her appreciation when he sat atop the peak which was her shoulder, and told her of all the things he was doing, adventuring with Moana, battling more monsters, visiting more villages and helping them with, well, monsters.

And occasionally, it was suggested by the gods that he pull another island from the sea. He loved it, because he'd immediately tell Moana, and she'd rush off to find it, her excitement never waning even as she grew to approach 19.

Te Fiti appreciated the company, he knew. She wasn't one to speak, but you could always tell. A flower would bloom next to where Maui rested his legs, or a breeze would flick his hair, a breeze that hadn't been there before. He could always tell. He hadn't repeated the words 'thank you' since he had first received his hook back, but this was his way, and like he knew her appreciated, she knew his. She knew he was vain and occasionally pig-headed, but he was caring, and always tried.

Tried to help, and still, after as thousand years of isolation, still trying to impress the humans. Moana was the only one who had hated him before loving him, as he had about her. However annoying and stubborn she could be.
Maui ducked majestically beneath another cloud and calmly beat his wings, not giving too much effort into staying in the air. This wind was favouring his flight anyway.

Suddenly though, the air grew dense with water, the clouds pulling themselves into a storm faster than Maui had ever seen. They angrily collided and rain drops the size of Maui's eye started bashing at his wings. Giving a surprised and confused screech, Maui dived down. When the weather was like this, it was far calmer and easier to be a whale, deep beneath the surface.

Diving was fun all in it's self, and Maui didn't mind having to close his eyes against the rain drops beating against his feathers and flying off, none of them being able to soak from the oil covering them.

But he felt the Ocean closing in, and opened his eyes long enough to gauge the distance from here to the water, then transformed when he was close enough. Huge waves threw themselves away from his body when his whale form hit the water, and he powered himself down until the only sign of a storm was the extra-keen currents and the flashes of lightning from above.

Maui looked up at a particularly large crash of thunder, which could even be heard from where he lazily swam. This could only mean the gods were not happy. They weren't mad at him though, he knew. If they were, they would have hurt him by now, taken away his power or beat him to a pulp. They would have sent the biggest demons to fight him, to crunch him into tiny pieces.

But they did not. The storm raged for hours and nothing hurt him.

Maui passed whole pack's of hammer head sharks, large groups of deep-sea tuna, and spotted the shapes of other whales far into the blackish blue.
But no angry faces of gods, and no demons rising from the deep to snap at the flesh of his belly. Although getting through his muscles there would have been a feat in itself, he thought with a bragging, proud smile.

Then, he felt the water calm, and the thunder was starting to subside. He no longer felt their angry vibrations through the water.
Maui decided it was safe enough to at least start to surface.

He was so close, so deliciously close to the surface, when there was the largest flash of lighting any beast of the land or sea had ever seen, the light made Maui give out a great whale whine and close his eyes. the crash of thunder too, could be felt deep within his chest and the people on land must have been tipped up from it.

Maui opened his eyes and looked up in alarm, and saw a form falling from the sky, which plummeted into the water in front of his nose, only metres away. Maui stopped himself from going anywhere, and stared at what had fallen.

It took a few long moments, but he recognised it as a woman. She was a good two or three foot taller than Moana, and would stare Maui right in the eye. On her arms and around parts of her exposed torso were tattoos that shimmered silver in the water. Her dress parts had once been majestic, he guessed, but were now torn.

There was no blood however.

Her hair, long and thick and beautiful, swept out of her face by the current, and Maui's heart stopped and he almost choked. His eyes widened, and if they could water, they could have. She hadn't changed, not a bit. Still as beautiful as she had been a thousand years ago.

And she was unconscious.
Maui pushed her to the surface with the nose of his whale form, and then burst from the water as a hawk. He scooped her heavy form up into his claws as she floated on the surface, and beat his wings determinedly to lift off. The clouds had dispersed and a warm sunset met his eyes, but even that beautiful sight could not distract his frantic thoughts. He had to find Moana. He couldn't trust anyone else.

He needed her help once again, but he wasn't sure how much she'd be able to help with this. Besides, it's not like you can heal a demigod.