Here is chapter two. It's short, but we get a glance into Maui's life.
Maui stared balefully at the ocean. The ocean that had carried away his heart and soul. For years, he had denied it, but as he had settled into life in Motunui, his mind always came back to her. At first, he had pushed the thoughts away simply because she was so physically young. But she had matured, and that reason was pushed away. Then it was because she didn't have the fifteen hundred years that he had, but her wisdom was shown to be greater than his at almost every turn, so that reason didn't count anymore. Still he tried to convince himself that she didn't want him.
Each and every look she had given him made his confidence soar, each laugh he earned made him smile in triumph, and each time she danced, he found himself mesmerized by the sway of her body, the rhythm of her steps. It wasn't just physical, which was something he had known before. The demigod of the wind and sea had finally admitted it: he was in love with the beautiful girl called Moana. Just when he confessed it to himself, the ocean had stolen her away.
He blinked away the tears that stung his eyes. He didn't cry. Ever. His large fingers traced the design etched into his fishhook. Ancient symbols of power and magic, granted to him by the gods. He didn't want it anymore. He wanted death, but Hine-nui-te-po wouldn't touch him. He half considered going to her and begging her to take his soul. No, then Te Fiti would find out that he wanted to die, and she would summon him and ask what was wrong. And he knew that if anybody asked him what was wrong, his pain would leak down his face.
The chief walked up. "You are welcome to stay, Maui."
"I'm leaving."
Tui nodded, his gaze locked on the blue expanse that stretched to the horizon. "My people have feared the ocean for too long, and I won't take it back. But I will never forgive it."
Maui nodded silently, setting his face to keep from grimacing at the pain that radiated from his heart.
Tui patted his shoulder. "We all loved her."
The demigod didn't confirm or deny this, so the chief sighed.
"Goodbye."
Maui nodded almost imperceptibly then leaped from the cliff. As the tingle of transformation swept through him, he screamed, which came out a a sharp hawk cry. In that one scream, he put all of his pain and frustration, and he soared above the water that he hated more than ever. He had always wondered why the ocean had chosen to save him. He had wondered for years why it had chosen Moana to save Te Fiti. Now, though, he had a much worse question: why hadn't the ocean saved her?