Motunui was quiet. It had been about a month since the Heart of Te Fiti was restored, and the island's inhabitants had sailed across the sea. They had discovered a new island, and were working on building it up to be a new home.

There was a splashing sound coming from the beach, the source being the young not-princess, Moana. She danced with the ocean, twirling a javelin about the same length as her in strategic, yet beautiful motions. She had crafted the weapon herself, with a bit of help from Maui. It took them many tries to build a decent enough one, but the final product was rather beautifully carved. The water danced with her, swirling around her weapon and her body in smooth, swift motions. The sea enjoyed her company, and had grown even closer to her over the days following their adventure.

Moana liked coming back to Motunui every once in a while. It comforted her, made her feel a bit nostalgic. She closed her eyes for a moment, taking in the breeze and the light, salty mist that the ocean provided. Unfortunately, not paying attention to where she placed her feet, she accidentally tripped on a shell, plopping to the ground. An obnoxious laugh came from several feet behind her, and she cast an unimpressed look at the demigod that had been watching her.

"I could watch that all day." Maui snickered smugly, leaning on his hook as he grinned at her.

Moana's expression changed from a look of unamusement to one of mischief. She pointed her javelin at Maui, and a jet of water shot out of the ocean and knocked him off his feet. He shouted in surprise when he fell, but moments later the two of them were laughing hysterically at themselves.

The pair lay in the soft sand as the sun set, casually conversing about whatever topic came to their heads. After a bit of silence, Moana noticed a small crab starting to crawl on her leg, she sat up, watching the crab with a quizzical look. The crab struggled to climb up her smooth skin, and it ended up slipping and falling on its back. Moana's eyes widened a bit. It wasn't often that she had thought about Tamatoa; he was one of the less pleasant memories of their journey to restore the heart. Occasionally she would wonder about what Maui's history with him was, but she never really thought to ask. Now, however, she seemed to be wondering about something else. After its hopeless struggles to get back upright, Moana carefully picked up the crab and set it back down in the sand, gently pushing it towards the ocean. As she watched the creature scuttle away, she began to ponder aloud. "… I wonder if anything's happened to him."

"Huh?" Maui said, glancing over at her. "Who?"

"Tamatoa." She answered.

Hearing that name made the demigod roll his eyes. "Who cares?" He responded idly. "It's not like we have to worry about that guy anymore, so you don't need to go wasting your thoughts on him."

Moana frowned again. In a way, her friend was right. She didn't have to think about him anymore, and why would she want to? He did try to kill them, after all…

… but was that entirely his fault? They were the ones trespassing in his home, after all… She supposed he kind of had a right to deal with intruders in his own way. And it's not like he went out of his way to steal Maui's hook, he just found it after it had been lost.

The thought of the giant crustacean still scared her a bit, though. She didn't fancy almost being murdered, after all. But still, there was this… lingering feeling. Worry?

She remembered the geyser shooting Maui and herself out of Lalotai, and flipping the crab on his back in the process. It couldn't be easy, she thought, for him to get back on his feet. It wasn't fair that they left him to die like that, was it?

"Do you think he's still alive?" She asked Maui. "How long can monsters even go without food or water?"

Maui sat up, giving her a puzzled look at first, but his expression quickly turned to one of amusement. "Monsters can go weeks without eating, Moana. Besides, crab cake needs to diet, anyways." He chuckled at his own joke, then looked a bit confused again. "Why? You're not seriously worried about that guy, are you?"

Moana could only give a slight shrug. It was strange, but she thought she'd feel a bit better if she knew he was okay. "I think… we should check on him." She said. "At least make sure he's upright again."

Maui's face went blank. "You're serious." He realized with disbelief. "You actually want to go back down there to… to check on that crab? Did you forget that he tried to kill us?"

Moana let out a long sigh. "I know, I know, but… does that really mean he deserves to starve to death? We broke into his home, after all, and…" Another sigh. "I don't know, Maui. I'd just feel better knowing that we didn't kill him."

Maui did not seem enthusiastic about this idea. Moana gave him a pleading look. "Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?" She egged on. "I can't do it without you." Maui only rolled his eyes again in response. Moana continued, eyebrow raised. "C'mon, didn't you used to be friends or something? Surely you don't want to kill someone who used to be your—"

"Fine," He cut her off, agreeing to get her to stop talking. "We'll head off in the morning."

Moana grinned victoriously. "Sounds like a plan."