Warning: Some language and racial slurs used by characters are of the views of just said fictional characters and not of mine.

My leg swings out over the lip, toes just barely reaching the first floor overhang. Shifting my weight, my hips follow. Glancing to the ground a little too far away for my comfort I look back at Dad, he too is looking out the window. Eyes scanning every shadow.

Watching.

I hear a loud, thunderous, crash and my other leg is shoved out the window. The force spins me almost a full 180 degrees before I fall, hard, on shingles. Pain shooting up my bruised hip and scratched hands.

Alamo screamed to life.

My head whips to the window. Scrambling to my feet, the roof uneaven beneath me.

"Dad!" Alamo savagely tearing into one of many bodies flowing into the room.

I jerked awake.

"Rise and Shine!"

Jumping up, I nearly knocked myself out on a shelf.

Shelf?

Not my room...

Blinking a few times.

"You alright, Sunshine?" My head jerks to the voice. A dark curly haired man is leaning in the RV door with a curious tilt to his brows.

Shane?

Atlanta.

Asian Kid.

Camp.

Pua'a.

Locked RV.

"Y-yah." He gives me a once over before nodding his head.

"Alright. Breakfast is ready." He doesn't close the door when he leaves, allowing the smells of breakfast to saunter in and send my stomach crazy. I was still uneasy.

I still do not know anything about these people. A quick search last night did not give me any clues to their intentions. Not like I expexted to find a 'How to kill someone 101' in here. All I found was the owner of this RV must have been an old couple judging by thier cassettes of Beach Boys, and someone called The Door, along with some dated clothes. I thought about staying up but there was a bed. And I missed beds.

Maybe they decided to kill me outside. Knife to the temple as soon as I step out of the RV because they don't want blood everywhere.

Really?

Maybe I can convince them I am valuable. I could hunt or go on runs for them. That way I would have a place to stay and have time to look for Dad.

What ever their plans, staying in here will not make it better.

Would they mind if I used the bathroom?

Glancing to the front then to the bathroom door, I figured I could be quick.

Getting up, my muscles groaned. Stretching them out with a big step to the bathroom door. A soft tap assured me it was vacant.

The door leading outside was open.

So much for locking me in.

Why didn't you check?

I didn't think about it!

Great excuse. Remember that when they kill you.

I didn't look around when I pulled it shut. Locking out any prying eyes. Thoughts of what that redneck, Merel?, sent shivers down my spine.

The gloriousness of having a toilet. They even had toilet paper. It was the cheap, scratchy kind that fell apart on contact but still. Toilet paper!

Stepping to the sink afterwards revealed no water but some hand sanitizer. Guess they were conserving water. The mirror had that old crusty film all cheap mirrors got with age but I could still make out the friz ball on my head.

Smoothing it down the best I could, I stepped out the back door.

"Look who's up." The young blond girl cheerfully says, scooping a bowl for herself then sitting on a log by the other blond girl at the fire.

Fiddling with my shirt hem while their eyes roam over me I make my way to the log circle.

"Kai, have a seat." Tori smiles, gesturing to a spot by the old man I saw on the RV or a spot by the curly haired man. I chose the RV man. He had a grandpa feel to him where I was still not sure about Mr. Brooding.

"I'm Dale." RV man offered his hand, which I took, like we were at a church social. His were well worn, like someone who has worked with his hands his whole life.

"Kai." I mumbled.

"Dig in." He motioned to the pot hanging over the fire before digging back into his own bowl. Glancing around the circle one last time, the conversation picking up again between the women, I leaned over and filled a bowl. Not really knowing what it was. Some kind of brown gravy with rice and bits of meat. I stopped caring what food I ate two days into this apocalypse. The first bite was keeping my mouth from melting, by the second bite I was shovleing it down.

"Slow down, it's not going anywhere." Dale mumbled sideways to me.

"Sorry." I mumbled sheepishly, counting to five before taking another bite. It wasn't grinds, but it was better than nothing.

"No need for apology, young lady, just don't want you to chunk it all back up in my RV." I was right, old couple. Where was his wife?

"When was the last time you ate?" Tori asked, taking her sons empty bowl from him so he could play with the other children.

"I had a granola bar yesturday." I shrugged.

"Been on your own the whole time?" The older blond asked.

"Yes, ma'am." The blonde's brows knitted together.

"Ma'am?" She repeated. The other girl snickered. My spoon stopped half way to my mouth.

"Your parents must be in the military or from Texas." Shane smirked, finishing up his own bowl. Setting it aside to turn his full focus on me.

"Both." I answered, glancing around the circle at the confused faces. "Dad was in the military and was from Texas."

"And your Mom?" Tori divinding her attention between the conversation and her son playing with the little blond girl.

"She was from Hawaii."

"Interesting combination." Shane chuckled. "Figured you for an African American."

"Do you want more?" Young blond offered, holding up the serving spoon after getting herself seconds.

"Yes, ma'am." Offering her my almost empty bowl.

"Don't "ma'am" me." The young blond frownd. "Makes me feel old."

"Sign of respect." I mumbled, sitting back on my log. They were intimidating with their watchfull eyes.

It was like I was back in high school on my first day. Everyone being so nice but really they just want to get a feel for you. Decide if you are a friend or foe. Or if you would be easy pickings.

"I'm Amy" The young blond poked the older blond in the ribs. "And this is my sister, Andrea."

I was right, sisters.

"You met Shane, Lori, and Glenn last night." She nodded towards the curly haired guy, brunette, and Asian.

Lori. Check.

"Carl is Lori's boy." Pointing out the little boy, "And that is Carol with her daughter, Sofia." She motioned to the short gray haired lady and little girl. Who both smiled shyly before going back to their food and game.

"Everyone else is around doing odds and ends. You will meet them eventually." Amy waved her arm, taking in all the wondering people around camp.

"Howzit y'all." Again, another smirk from Shane.

"Wha' the 'ell is she still doing here?" I jumped, despite myself, from the sudden Georgia bark behind me. Jerking around and met steel blue eyes diggin into my very soul. One hand pointing at me while the other held a bow and some kind of animals strung together.

"Eating breakfast." Shane answered, getting to his feet, stretching his back like they were having a pleasant conversation.

"Thought you said you'd turn her louse when she woke up." He snarled, his eyes flicking to Shane before they were back to me full force. "Don't need no other mouth to feed."

"I can take care of myself." I snapped before thinking about it. His brows knitting together even further.

"I have not talked about it to her yet. Wanted to feed her first." Shane stood to his full height, trying to intimidate the redneck.

Daryl's eyes finally left mine to fix solely on Shane.

"What is there to talk about? Tell her to get her ass out of here."

"That is not your decision, Daryl." Shane pushed, weighing down the name. Planting his hands on his belt, feet apart, ready for action if Daryl made a move.

"Forget all y'all." With an angry wave of his hand, Daryl stocked off. Shane watching him stalk to his tent.

"There goes lunch." Dale grumbles.

"I think he likes you." Amy giggled, making her sister elbow her, with a dreamy look in her eyes.

"Quit with the rugged Rednecks." Andrea grumbled.

"What's with the stink eye?"

"Huh?" Dale leaned closer.

I really needed to stop mumbling. Maybe I've gotten too use to talking to myself.

"What's his problem?" I clearified.

"That's just Daryl." Shane huffed, sitting back down in his spot. "Takes some getting use to."

"I'll leave as soon as I can." I said before I thought about it. Everyone grew still. "You know-um- donna wanna have your hunter angry at ya'll."

"Kai, you survived on your own for weeks. I think that is something we should consider before sending you packing." Lori glanced around the fire for support of her statement.

"I don't-cause trouble."

"Being in a group is safer than by yourself." Andrea put in, setting aside her finished bowl. "Plus, Daryl doesn't like anyone besides Merle. And that's just becaues they're brothers. So, no biggie if he doesn't like you."

"From what I have seen from your bag," Lori put in thoughtfully, "you know what you're doing."

She went through my bag!

What did you expect?

"Wha'ya mean?" Shane sharply asked her. Lori gave him a look before explaining.

"That bag was packed solid with everything from a snake bite kit to one of those water filtration snorckles. You know, the ones they advertised on TV where they drink right from the river with it?"

"Works great." I heard myself mumble.

What else did she see!

"Where'd you get it?" Shane glared.

"Dad was-uh-borderline dooms day prepper. The only thing he didn't have me pack was-uh- hair gell." Pointing at my hair I got a few chuckles out of that.

"I think you would be a good addition to our group." Lori gave Shane a pointed look.

"She can go on runs with me." Glenn offered. "If she's been in Atlanta all this time she might know some places."

"Not really." I felt a little gulty. "I only checked out-um- the places on the edge of-uh- town. Didn't want to go too far and chance missing-you know- Dad."

Glenn looked a little disapointed. Shane seemed to be thinking hard.

"I can hunt." I offered. Desperate to offer something useful to the group. Looks were exchanged and a little uneasiness settled.

"That's Daryl and Merles job." Dale mumbled.

My shoulders slumpt.

"Can you fish?" Amy pipped up.

"Ae, a fish net in my pack." Excited despite myself.

"Good", Andrea grumbles, "Nice change from squirrel."

Squirrel?

Eyeing a piece of meat on my spoon before shrugging. Food was food now.

"On that note," Lori standing to stretch her thin, envious, frame. "Time to start laundry. Come on, Kai, bring yours."

"I-uh- just have the one change." Lori looks me over then at Andrea.

"I'm a little tall for her." Andrea indicated with a sweep of her hands, standing to said full height.

"There might be something in the RV." Dale offered, getting up to check.

Taking the last few bite, still could have eaten more, I left my bowl on the ground to follow. My rummiging around in an overhead compartment didn't turn up anything.

"My wife was about your size before she passed." Dale explained, ruffling through a wad of clothing.

"Little fiesty thing, too."

"Did she die-you know- before?" Stopping to watch him close the compartment he was in to open another one.

He pulled down an old purple and green sundress and shook it out before answering.

"Died of cancer. Five years ago." His wrinkled fingers smoothing over a purple flower. "Thought I wouldn't use the RV again after-things happen."

His sad frown morphed into a crooked grin. Holding up the garment for my inspection.

"Found something." It looked a little big, but it would be fine until my other clothes were washed.

"Thanks." Taking the garment from him, I could smell a flowery perfume. He gave it one last glance before heading outside with a wave.

"I'll let you change."

Man of few words.

The pattern reminded me of a Muumuu Momma had.

Shaking my head I'd no sooner pulled the the dress over my head when I heard someone calling me.

"Coming!"

Old lady, definitely. The dress billowed around me like a tent. except for the neck. The shoulders were to big. making the neckline sag-

Scar!

Looking around frantically for something, anything to fix it. Finally deciding to put a huge knot in the shoulder to pull the neckline up.

Grabbing my pile of dirtyness, I jumped out of the RV. Amy, Lori, Carol, and Andrea waiting for me with tubs of clothes.

Following them down to an old quarry.

"New fashion?" Amy pointed, smiling.

"Too big." I mumbled, trying to pull the neckline up further. The women just smiled, going to work without saying much.

"You gonna wash that sweat shirt?" Carol softly asked.

"Well… it's my Daddy's." I mumbled, a little embarrassed. "Still smells like 'em."

Talking too much! You just met these people!

"What," I looked at her confused face. "how old are you?"

"Nineteen." I said, eyebrows wrinkling.

"And you call him 'Daddy'?" The corner of Amy's lips lifting.

"Well-I-he," I stuttered, pulling the dress up.

"I think it's cute." Amy giggled. "Tell me about your 'Daddy'?"

A mischief gleam in her eyes.

"Well-um-" I sighed, wringing out my jeans.

"He teach you to use a knife?" Amy leaned forward, her bucket forgotten.

"Ae. When I moved in, he started teaching me stuff. You know, stuff he learned in the military. But I have not used it in a while- bit rusty."

"What was he in-" Amy jumped at Andreas frustrated growl.

"Like I know how to do this!" Holding up the shirt she was washing and letting it drip into the murky water.

"It is in all in the wrist and how you twist it." I told her before thinking about it. Everyone pause, looking at me curiously.

"You did this preapocalypse?" Andrea asked, not believing her ears.

"My Kiriabti grandmother taught me." I supplied their curiosity.

"Kiribati? What is that?" Carol turned fully to me, intrigued.

"It is a small group of islands-uh- south west of Hawaii, along the equator. Very primitive from-um- what I know. My grandmother migrated to Hawaii for school and - well um - twist it like this, place your hands like this, and louder the squish the better."

"How did your parents meet?" Lori watched me closely, mimicking my hands with hers. Others seemed to catch on and mimic as well. Soon everyone was squishing.

"Momma worked at a luau and Daddy was stationed at the military base in Hawaii."
"Was it love at first sight? I bet it was. So romantic." Amy gushed. "Like our parents."

"Ours met at a Gentlemens club." Everyone laughed at Andrea, except Amy. Who turned beat red.

"It was a bar!" She exclaimed. "Dad was there for drinks with coworkers."

"Nope." Andrea popped the 'P'. "He was at a gentlemens club for a bachl-"

"I don't want to know." Amy covered her ears. Forgetting she had a soaked shirt in her hands.

Everyone laughed at her girly squeek and flailing arms.

They're rediculous.

It's awesome.

Almost feels normal.

"How did your parents meet, Kai?" Lori brought the conversation back to me. Again.

"Um, well, she was a dancer and he was in uniform. They started talking and decided to go on a date. And, well, a few months later they got married and I came soon after that."

"Not very romantic." Amy pouted, squishing away.

"Sorry." I mumbled, bowing my head.

"I met my husband at church." Lori smiled, far off look on her face. "He had a scruffy beard. It was right before he got the job as a sheriff debuty."

"I can't picture Shane with a beard." I smiled. Everyone looked at me then Lori. Her eyes fixed on the jeans she was trying to get a stuborn stain out of.

"My husband died in the line of duty a few weeks before this." Taking in the apocalypse with a single wave. "Shane was my husbands best friend and partner."

"I'm sorry." I whispered, mentally kicking myself. "He just- sorry."

"It's ok." Finally giving me an understanding grin. "He's been very good to us."

"Good leader, too, of sorts." Amy put in. "He's the one who got us all off the highway. Safe out her, he said. Good thing, too, before Atlanta went completely to hell." Mumbling the last part while airing out a washed shirt.

Glenn made his way to the water just as we were finishing up.

"Hey, Kai!" He called. "Can you fish? Merle and Daryl ran off again and everyone is getting hungry."

"Ah, sure."

Since it's your fault Daryl got all huffy.

"I'll need your help, though." He blinked.

"Yah, sure. What do I do?"

"Wait here." Running up the hill, or as best I could in this get up, I pulled out the net I had in my pack. Grabbing some left over breakfast, I hurried back. Motioned for Glenn to take a corner and follow me into the water.

"You sure this will work?" Glenn eyed the net in our hands.

"Trust me." I smiled.

"Lori? Do ya'll have any buckets?" Lori looked thoughtfully in the distance.

"Maybe." She motioned her boy over. The little boy stopped in his playing to come running, Sophia following.

"Follow me." Motioning for Glenn to creap slowly along into deeper water. Tossing some more food ahead of us and motioning for him to circle the other side of it.

"I've never been-" I silenced him with an angry jab to my lips, motioning for him to move a little more into place.

Then we waited.

Waist deep in water, ankle deep in mud, waiting.

Movement.

Raising the net, oh so slowly, Glenn followed.

Waiting.

I held up a finger. Glenn, rigid with anticipation, watched as my fingers counted.

At three, we launched the net into the air. Crashed into the water, sending droplets everywhere.

"Pull!" I called, showing him where to grasp, and we hauled the load to shore. Where a few spectators waited patiently.

"We got them! We got them!" Glenn yelled before I could shush him. Glancing around for Lolos out of habit but still smiling at his excitement. The ladies must have finished the laundry because they were nowhere to be seen.

"Look at all the fish!" Carl gasped, pointing them out to Sophia.

"Buckets." Carl and Sophia jumping at my command to bring the plastic containers to the edge of the water.

Glenn following my lead in scooping each fish into awaiting buckets until they were full.

"There's no more room." Sophia eyed the rest of the fish in the net.

"That should be enough for now." I said, dumping the extras back into the water.

"Wait until Mom sees all the fish we got." Sophia clapped her hands excitedly. Glenn and I each grabbing a bucking to start our tredge of the bank.

Loris' eyes doubled in size when we waddled up.

"I guess we're having fish for lunch." Then her face got serious. "I don't know how to cut them."

"I can." I offered. "Just need a knife and spoon."

"Spoon?" Glenn eyed me which I returned with a small smile.

"Get Glenn some too."

Carol hurried over with our tools while I set up Glenn and I on some stumps. Straddling the dead tree, facing eachother I motioned for Glenn to do likewise.

"Ok, what you need to do is scrape the scales off like this." Glenn slowly mimicking my spoon movements.

"Then, pull the gills out like this, slice here, and we're done." Handing the fish to Lori for cooking.

"Easy, right?" Finally looking at Glenn ashened face. I put my wrist over my mouth to suppress a giggle.

"You-ha ha-ok there- bwahahaha-" Glenn shook his head.

"I can do this." Slowly, firmly grasping the tail, he did as instructed. Though with a few gags and deep breaths away from the fish.

"You're doing great." I giggled. Picking up another fish and finishing it before Glenn finished his first.

Between the two of us, him probably doing a third of the fish, we got them done pretty quick.

"You guys go wash up." Carol pointed at our shirts and arms. "You have scales everywhere."

I nodded, jerking my head for Glenn to follow me down to the water.

"Who taught you?" Glenn asked, arms at ninety degree angles to his body.

"Kiribati grandmother." I smiled. "She was an amazing fisherwoman. Watched her gut a shark once."

Glenn paled further.

"Sorry." I giggled. "Hey, I thought Asians liked seafood."

"I prefer Pizza." He sighed, greatfully bending down to the water. "Don't like eyes on my food."

I had to laugh at that. Dad was the same way.

I sighed really deep and long, looking over the rippling water.

It's been a while since I laughed.

"You done?" Nodding I followed him back up the bank.

"Great work, guys." Dale clapped Glenn on the back when we got back to the 'kitchen'.

"Fish and Rice tonight." Dale was uncharacteristically happy.

"You two go change before you catch a cold." Lori ordered, pointing to our soaked clothes. "Kai, I found some extra clothes in my tent."

"Yes, mom." Glenn singsonged, heading to his tent.

I was in and out of Lori's tent in no time. The shirt was a bit long, so where the pants, but a little rolling and the fit was passable.

Smelling the sweet smell of cooking fish.

My mouth watering with every step closer.

When was the last time-

"So tell me, Kay, was it your Daddy or Mommy that screwed the nigger?" I froze. Slowly turning to face him.

"What?" I snarled. A smile tugged at Merles' smug face.

When did he get back?

"You cer'ainly got yo green ey's from yo race betraying white parent. But wha' was 'ta other one? The one yo' got yo' half nigger skin and half nigger hair."

Where in the world did he get booze? And to be drunk in this place! Like a death wish! Though I would not peg him as the sharpest tool in the shed.

"I'm Polynesian." I snapped, feeling someone grasp my arm.

"Oh! 'xcuuuuse me!" He made a show waving his hands around, taking in the crowd gathering. A little wobbly on his feet. "An island nigger. So who was it? Mommy or Daddy that was the island nigger?"

In one swift jerk, I was away from the hands, making my way to Merle. His full attention on the crowd.

Cocky Pua'a.

"My guess it was yo mommy since yo nice ass-" His eyes widened when he felt my blade press to his throat.

Everyone around us held their breaths. Not sure what to do.

I made eyes contact with a few, dareing them to intervien.

I could feel the rage boiling inside me and there was nothing I wanted more in that moment then to make him hurt.

Second Kill?

What?... No... I...

Breathing deeply to clear my head, I smelt the booze. And something else.

My eyes caught something tucked in his shirt.

"Military? Really?" Giving his dog tags a pointed glance. "You're a disgrace." I snarled.

"Bit-" He moved.

"My father," pushing my knife further into his windpipe before he could reach for his, "is a dadgum Navy Seal. He taught me at least a dozen dadgum ways to kill or inflict enough damage for a dadgum slow death. A few of which involving your best friend here."

I brought his attention to my second blade securly against his crotch. His eyes grew calculated. Finally seeing me as the threat I am.

My lips pulling into a smirk.

"My Hawaiian grandfather also taught me how to gut a shark with nothing but a shell." I poked him again for good measures in the tenders. Anger darkened his eyes. But he jumped, and I loved it, not careing about the consequences.

"NEVER use that word infront of me. DO. NOT. EVER. Talk about my parents AGAIN. Or I will gut you next time you are dadgum high on that rubbish." I needed to get away before I did something I would regret.

Before he could react, I shoved his chest with both fists. Surprise crossed his face when he stumbled.

Everyone keeps underestimating me. Daddy always said it would be an advantage someday. Now I understood.

"You li'le bitch!" I heard his feet and I reacted. A gasp ran out in the crowd when I whirled around, slicing one way with one knife and another with the other. Merle jumped back, hand going for the slices in his shirt.

"Crazy assed bitch!" He snarled, pulling his knife out of its sheath. "Who the hell gave her-"

"Merle! What the hell's going on?"

"Perfect timing." I mumbled. Positioning my feet to keep Merel and Shane in view.

"This here bitch tried ta slice me!" Merle snarled. A small slither of blood marred his neck. My smirk deepened though I did tense up when a look of murder flashed in his eyes.

Those eyes.

Black eyes.

Murderous-

Stop!

"What the hell did you do, Merle?" Merle acted flabbergasted, though not at all surprised, at Shanes accusations.

"Just asking her a simple question and she went buckass crazy on my ass." Shane turned to me.

"What happened?" My jaw clinched, fighting angry tears, adrenaline slowing down.

"H-he called her mother an 'island nigger'." Amy supplied after a few seconds of silence. I forgot about everyone else.

I could feel their eyes.

They see who you really are.

Mmmmurdererrrrr.

"Kai, put the knives away." Shane snapped.

I took off.

"Don't touch me!" I snarled, throwing off hands before stomping off into the woods.

In a few minutes I was away from camp and up a tree. My hands shook, running them in my curls, grasping them at the roots.

Burying a scream in my knees.

Lost control, again.

Stop!

They know what you are now.

E tau!

They will kick you out!

No.

Or kill you.

Stop.

He will come for you.

Dark, murderous eyes.

He will finish-

E TAU! NAKON MOONE!

Pushing the thoughts back until there was nothing.

Just the sounds around me. Not birds. Birds did not sing anymore. At least not during the day. As if they can feel the new predators roaming. I miss those sounds. Sounds of life. No, it was the sound of the trees swaying in the wind. Bark creaking in the heat. And a Lolo dragging a lame leg parallel to camp.

Grabbing my knife I threw. Embedding the steel in its eye. My feet hit the ground, loudly, just begging for another one to come, stomping over to the corpse to retreave my belonging. I had the knife cleaned and I was back in the tree in a few seconds, waiting. My stomach rummbled, but I ignored it.

The sun started to set and I was still waiting. Wondering if I should try another tree or head back to camp. My stomach said head back but I was not ready.

Jumping down from the tree, I took the long way around camp to get to the water. The sun was setting, no one should be down there.

Looking around, I made my way to the water's edge. Sitting my things down, I took a deep long breath of cool night air. Everyone was for sure at camp or on watch and I would see a Lolo coming for a good distance.

No one around.

Hopeing the water will absorb the sound because I really needed this.

Start simple...

Arms out, hands flat, fingers together, elbows bent in, and knees bent out, I sang softly.

He ʻala nei e māpu mai nei

Na ka makani lau aheahe

I lawe mai i kuʻu nui kino

Hoʻopumehana i kuʻu poli

After the first chorus, carefully, though a little stiffly at first, I danced. Swaying at the hips, going somewhat smoothly from toe to heel, arms gliding like water over rocks, upper body rigid. A smile slipping over my lips out of habit then becoming genuine. Weeks, maybe even months, of stress, melting away as my body remembered the dance. With ease came speed then I was singing and dancing at the speed the fast pace dance required. Missing the feel of a skirt when I twirled but happy none the less.

My knees gave, crunching the dirt with my fingernails.

"Tamau! Tinau!" Fingers brushing my lips to stiffle the sound. "I can't do this...nakam ia?"

Tears slid down my cheeks. Sitting back on my haunches, I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath then slowly let it go.

Hands resting at my hips, chest heaving from the exertion, eyes stinging. I softly finished the song with a sob.

He'ala nei e aheahe mai nei

Na ka leo hone a na manu

I lawe mai a loa'a au

Ho'opumehana i ko leo

Wiping my cheaks, sighing deeply, I hugged myself. Mentally pulling it back together while watching clouds make their way across the sky. Unhindered by the chaos down here.

I took another deep breath.

I was tired, but I was alive.

I was alone, but I have a group now even if a few are questionable.

I have not found his body, so he can not be dead. Dad is too tough for that. I will find him.

Tomorrow would be another day.

That's what Daddy always said.

Kiribati (rough) Translation:

E Tau : Enough

Nakon Moone : Go to Hell

Tamau : Parent opposite sex as me (in this case, Father)

Tinau : Parent same sex as me (in this case, mother)

Nakam ia : Where yous are

Hawaiian Song "Ahe Lau Makani" By Lili'uokalani