On their way to what would become the final leg of the journey, Sora, standing on the bow of the Gummi Ship, placed his right fingers to the level of his eyes on his forehead and scanned for any signs of land on the horizon. Because his right foot was advanced on the bowsprit, he felt as though the bow itself was getting so low in the water that the bottom half of the white nose cone was submerged. But of course, it was not. Their surroundings were covered by a blanket of stars after the last glow of the sunset and from Donald's clock, it seemed to be about 8:10 PM. The ocean was as calm as a lily pond and the temperature was forty degrees Fahrenheit.

After that fateful recovery from his unfortunate transformation, Maui and Moana had their hairs tied up in buns. As if the clouds had cast a foreboding mood over Maui's current state of mind, he himself was still feeling a bit down from the battle with that thirty-foot-tall crustacean. His eyes were at half-mast and he was looking out into the night, muttering "We're dead soon" seven times over.

"Can you at least try to act positive?"

Maui tried to find the most accurate picture he could think of in his head and said…

"Giant hawk."

In three flashes of blue light, he and the hook disappeared into the shapes of a pig, an iguana and a fruit fly before he became human again.

"We will be dead soon."

He had muttered this for the 77th time and this only gave Moana's nerves a bit of an annoyance.

"Your turn."

That was all she said as Maui felt his right elbow being poked by something wooden, the oar.

"Why should I? You think taking over control of this raft is going to help us defeat Te Kā?"

The upper half of his body sat up, revealing to Moana the tattoo she had seen before. Sora, having leapt his way to check up on them, saw it as well. It was Moana who asked.

"Where did you get your tattoos?"

"I earn them. They just magically appear out of nowhere, thanks to the gods. They display my history, my great deeds and acts of heroism."

Moana pointed her right hand on the woman in the robe.

"And who is that?"

"Nunya."

"Nunya?"

"A derogatory name I gave to my human mother. A private one, actually, meaning that it is none of your business."

But Sora understood the context of the tattoo and took the information with sorry eyes. His Adam's apple made one, quick lump before he asked.

"Why would your mother do something like that?"

"She wanted a girl…but all she got was a boy…I guess maybe that, I was a bit reckless or something…She threw me into the sea, the gods found me and took pity on my infant self, granting me immortality and the ability to shapeshift by giving me the hook. Then they sent me back to the mortals so I could give them the islands, fire, coconuts and anything they wanted, anything at all…as I told you before, I thought I could give them the heart so that they could have the ability to create life and maybe even the immortality that I had…but I was wrong."

Sora could imagine a similar scenario with his older brother Ventus, who was abducted by Master Xehanort as opposed to being abandoned by their parents. Remembering how his blonde-haired sibling told him about the relentless and rigorous trainings procedure he went through…but that was when he pushed that thought aside by simply shaking his head and putting his focus onto the current matters of Maui as he explained his story. Moana, who was more in focus on the subject, tried to be strong and chose her words carefully.

"Reckless or not, my island is dying and I still need your help. The gods found you for a reason and they brought you to us because they saw someone worthy of being saved. But those gods are not the ones who made you Maui, you did it all yourself"

Maui, now starting to recover from the broken shell of his former self, felt his smaller self-burying his face into his exposed flesh.

"I love you too, little me."

Talk about loving yourself. Sora chuckled mentally, trying not to laugh. The moment felt too serious for such humorous remarks.

Turning counterclockwise, Maui stood up and spoke to Moana, whose eyes were turned to the moon.

"So what are we waiting for? We have an island to restore."

The next morning, Maui and Moana helped each other to navigate the ship with Sora watching them on the boat. By 12:00 it was the miniature Maui who helped him with his transformation by turning into a red-faced beetle and he did the same. All it took was for him to picture it very carefully inside his head and then transform back again before Hei-Hei had a chance to eat him.

"How about we start wave finding, Princess?" he asked once he avoided Hei-Hei's beak. "It's not just sailing when it comes to travelling the ocean."

"Actually," Moana blushed. "I am not an alii. I am a kaikamahine o ke Alii."

"The words are similar. But if you wear a dress and have two animals by your side, that makes you a princess."

"Actually, that's more of European thing," Sora said, grinning nervously at the choice of words.

"Where's European?" asked Moana with a cocked right eyebrow.

"Someplace that's far, far away," Sora replied in a grim tone. "You probably won't live to see it."

But the courageous Moana perked a smile to go with her shady eyes of valor.

"Maybe I will someday."

Sora tried not to sound pessimistic as he whispered to himself.

"I hope you do."

For the next half-hour after that lesson, Maui crawled around the boat in the form of a yellow-green iguana, jumped into the sea and jumped over the canoe as a great white shark and when he was in mid-air, became a twenty-foot-tall hawk with brown feathers, black ones on his head where his hair would be and colors of yellow and blue behind the black of his beak. He soared through sixteen sharp rocks, beheaded a small one with his hook, being in human form for four seconds until he assumed the hawk form again and flew back to the boat.

The next day, he leaped off the back of the canoe, rose to twenty feet into the sky and zapped into the form of a Balaenoptera musculus, also known as a blue whale. He thought that a little push was all his new friends needed to get to Te Fiti faster as fell behind the Gummi ship and brought a ten-foot wall of water as a result of splashing back down. It soaked Moana, Sora, Donald, Goofy, Pua and Hei-Hei and they could only laugh along with Maui once he had gotten back to the boat.

By the following day, Te Fiti was not too far ahead as Moana helmed the canoe while Maui stood on the bowsprit as the Polynesian equivalent of a lookout. Hei-Hei and Pua were already inside the hull, resting as did Sora, Donald and Goofy who were relaxing in the Gummi ship, each one wearing a pair of sunglasses which they decided not to show to Moana and Maui, seeing as she had seen enough stuff from the future by now. They had already embedded their skin with sun tan lotion and to them, it felt like a motorboat given the speed of the canoe pulling something as heavy as the Gummi ship. Donald figured that they would be in Te Fiti by now, but Goofy checked the computer and calculated that they would reach the island in about three hours or so…but that might as well could have been just another one of his estimations.

As for Moana, she seemed to be enjoying her freedom like never before, running with the ocean with a demigod, a dwarf boar, a rooster and three visitors from the great beyond around her on a small canoe pulling a rocket ship. The wind was a bit of a breeze while the ocean felt calm and content, her experience of a vacation away from her duties as chieftess-to-be soothing at her mind, telling her that nobody, not even her parents owned her. She was also perfectly capable of tying a knot all the way into the sunset and into the night where she could navigate into the stars by holding her right hand at the correct posture.

But before long, clouds of fog rolled in, convincing the travelers that Te Fiti and her lava guardian were just around the corner. Maui, standing from the top of the mast post, looked down at Moana to make sure that the water was warm enough and wrapped the rope around her right hand, making sure the sail was still in check. Maui jumped down and spoke to her after nearly seven hours of silence from the both of them.

"You know, I have just figured out that the ocean used to love all those times when I pulled up all of those islands. Given how your ancestors would sail her seas from island to island, the water connected them all. If I were the ocean, I would be looking for a curly haired chieftess to start all over again."

Moana smiled, flattered by his words.

"That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me. And yet, you and Sora are both true men of honor and respect to a woman of my position. Although you could have waited until we had reached Te Fiti."

But underneath Maui's smile, was a joy of victory. He had sensed it for himself.

"I already have."

Then suddenly the fog faded out of view and Sora, Goofy and Donald walked their way onto the canoe to see what would be their final destination. Maui held out his right hand and spoke in a dramatic tone.

"Moana of Motunui, you have officially delivered Maui across the great sea to the island of Te Fiti."

And there it was, the mountains and beeches of the legendary island hidden away for a hundred centuries…and its lava guardian. As Moana opened her locket, ready to bring the heart back to where it belonged, there was a primal cry of anger and Maui held the fish hook in his right hand to see colors of yellow and red in the distance. Stretching his head and left and right, he stood on his guard, knowing who it was. Donald and Goofy did the same and Moana held her breath while her pets, still sleeping in the hull were blissfully unaware of the danger ahead. Out from the darkness popped the figure of Te Kā screaming into the night, urging Sora to summon the Kingdom Key and took his battle stance as the canoe went closer and closer…

Sora's sharp eyes took in the front details of the titanic Te Kā. Her eyes and the inside of her mouth were yellow with heat, hair represented by fire and smoke that steamed out of the volcanic hole in her head when enraged as seen in her face of irreversible ire, a slender, almost skeletal body made of hardened magma, hands that turned from red to yellow at the point of her fingertips, feet completely concealed by a dense pyrocumulus cloud that also came around her back and the rest of her body was intricately detailed with red cracks against the black body of rock and whatever he saw on her chest between her buxom was a familiar spiral that had its line going all the way to her heart. Could it be possible that Te Kā was Te Fiti, overcome by the darkness in her heart with a mixed flurry of negative emotions? There was only one way to find out.

He turned to Moana.

"May I see the heart again?"

"So soon?" asked Moana, stumped at this question and not realizing her hands were giving him the heart without hesitation. "We have to get past her first."

Sora's eyes lay on the heart, then at Te Kā's chest, the heart, the demon, the heart again, the demon again as fast as he could before the giant had time to launch a powerful attack upon them. Then in a near instant, the heart began to glow at a fast rate, confirming Sora's suspicions as he looked up at the giant, an epiphany forming in his mind's eye.

"I think I know who this belongs to."

Before his friends, Moana, Maui or the pets could do anything else, Sora's right hand released a tiny ball of light that materialized into his Keyblade Glider, and he shot off into the air without the flames of the engines touching the rear end of the boat. They were carefully over the water and the heat was not too heavy to set off a spark that would engulf the wooden boat and the rope holding the Gummi ship into flames.

The jade heart glowing in Sora's right hand was bright enough to outshine all the lighthouses of the modern world. It attracted the goddess with empowering hints of déjà vu that swarmed over her head and would souse the fire away. When he was at the exact altitude of the leviathan Te Kā's forehead, he took his one shot at consoling her above everything else and with both hands gripping the guard of his Keyblade, let himself go of the fading glider into light and raised his voice as loud as he could.

"WATERZA!"

In five seconds flat, without so much as a roll of thunder or a crash of lightning, a shower of water fell from the clouds without warning. It formed a ring that surrounded Te Kā and at the moment the water made contact with her head, the combined steam doused away the flames and the water solidified her body from head to toe, freezing her in a position that had the face of a scream, a right hand raised upwards and a left hand in a lower blocking position.

This gave Sora what he needed: he extended his right arm all the way forward, careful not to miss. Moana, Maui, Goofy and Donald held their breaths and prayed for victory. Pua and Hei-Hei remained hidden in the hull, waiting for it to be over….and it was.

For when Sora had driven the heart into Te Kā's chest, he was just hanging there, eyes closed, Keyblade gone from sight and the heart still remaining in his right hand was a perfect fit into the exterior of her chest where the heart would be and now there it was, a jade carving stuck to a spirit of earth that would burn him alive if he did not redeem her sooner. He whispered carefully, hoping she would hear him and his words of comfort.

"We have crossed the horizon to find you. We know your name. You are Te Fiti."

He squeezed his eyelids silently begging for mercy, not wanting to let go until he knew for certain that Te Kā was in fact, Te Fiti, disillusioned and transformed into something suitably described as a spirit who had taken the path of hatred and revenge in retaliation for having her heart taken away from her. Fittingly, she might as well have been turned into a Heartless.

Crack.

A crack was all it took for Sora's eyes to open, when he felt something lush and green pressing against his palms followed by his left cheek and underneath his eyelids was the spring green glow expanding beyond the heart. When he opened his eyes, he was seeing purple lilies, white daffodils, orange buttercups, yellow begonias, violet carnations and red chrysanthemums. Clovers and leaves of green colored up the now-still black earth and marks of lightning began to glow green as well: one going up her right eye, two others above her nose and a third directly above her mouth. The cracks extended to break away from her feet at the bottom and the sun had come out to reveal her true form.

Moana was hypnotized by the green lady who seemed to resemble a ten years older doppelganger of herself with jade eyes, chlorophyll skin, aloe blood and moss hair with lips of emerald and eyelashes and eyebrows made of palm tree leaves. There was only one name she could think of to prove that Sora was right.

"Te Fiti."

Her voice was shallow and quiet, too quiet for Maui's supernatural ears to hear. Goofy and Donald held hands like a married couple, smiling to ignore the fact at how awkward their position looked. Hei-Hei and Pua watched the clouds leave into the blue sky behind them along with the spring goddess' former identity. With the dark weather cleared from the reflections of her demonic emotions, Te Fiti looked at what had become of her island. It was silver-black and bare, stripped of the flora and fauna that had made it so beautiful. Holding Sora in her right hand and gently placing him down on the barren surface, she dug the hand half-an-inch deeper into the ground and the first thing Sora saw as a result of it was a single blade of grass. The blade was followed by a lily, then a daffodil, ten more blades, two more lilies, a whole army of flowers and then, sprouting upwards at an unnaturally fast rate was a palm tree that had stopped in its mid-age while others went higher and before long, Sora could see the entire island decorated with the former glory of beauty and utopian prosperity. To top it all off, Te Fiti's magic had formed a crown of poppies and poinsettias around her forehead.

Looking about half a mile away from him, Sora saw a huge droplet spilling its contents onto the new earth, revealing to be Moana, Maui, Goofy, Donald, Hei-Hei and Pua. Moana fell first on her feet with Donald and Goofy holding each other on her right side, lying down. Pua and Hei-Hei stood right side up on her left and so did Maui, who complimented the scene around him.

"Looks like we all lived."

Then Moana turned to her savior, then to Sora, and then back again, smiling as she twiddled her fingers.

"Listen. I am sorry about how I behaved earlier towards you and I presume that it is you who should be apologizing as well for your arrogance."

Her voice sounded slow and meek, but it was fit for a chieftess of her position. As Maui nodded in a silent acceptance of her apology, Sora walked over to congratulate them just as Te Fiti craned her head down on the heroes who had proved themselves worthy of returning her heart. Respecting her presence, Moana got down on her knees and clasped her hands to her heart while Sora, Donald and Goofy got down on bended right knee and Maui kowtowed his hands to the grass, squeezing his eyes shut in guilt. Pua and Hei-Hei simply bowed their heads.

Te Fiti's face had a look of curiosity when she saw how awkward Maui's position looked. Then he stood up before his eyes looked up at her disconcerting face.

"Te Fiti! I-"

Before he could persuade the goddess with a suave charm and personality, Maui's face fell and he expressed the truth.

"I am sorry that I stole your heart. I only thought that I could fulfill the wishes of others by using it. But now I guess my time was squandered thanks to getting stuck on that island."

After one second, Te Fiti smiled and nodded her head with her eyes closed. Then remembering the Keyblade that had helped her to remember her true identity, her right hand hovered eight feet above the grass and roots began to pull upwards to her palms. She pulled the roots from the ground and concealed it with her fingers, opening it up eight seconds later to present a Keyblade made of grass, the hilt decorated with hibiscuses, two on the front, two on the back at each end. Sora stared hungrily at the gift and hovered his hands over the reward. He seemed unsure to accept it, but his hands remained there.

"It would be rude to refuse a gift from a goddess," Moana explained.

Sora's blue eyes went to Moana, taking her words for granted and his hands gripped the guard and blade, taking it like he had been knighted as a Keyblade Master almost a decade ago.

"Thank you," he bowed respectfully. "I appreciate your gift."

It was a flash of light behind him followed by the shadow of wings which meant that Maui had transformed into a brown owl, flying above his head and onwards into the distance to who-knows where. Then Te Fiti offered her right hand to Moana and she placed her right foot onto it, ending with her left. The goddess brought Moana up to the level of her eyes and she allowed the girl to give her face a warm and loving hug that expressed a lyrical connection with the one who found her heart and returned it to where it truly, rightfully belonged.

The decaying blackness of Motunui left the plants and grass behind, restoring the infected areas of the island back into its true colors. Flowers nearly turned into ash glowed pink with rejuvenation, leaves were young and green again, fresh health was bestowed upon the purple lilies, trees were saved from being turned into an ashy bark and the blades of grass had turned from black to yellow to the right tone of allo green.

Tui and Sina, waiting patiently for their daughter's safe return, could only pray and care for the flowers as much as they could until that day arrived. When the chief had found out that his wife had risked the only heir to the "throne" by sending her off on that adventurous quest with Sora, Donald, Goofy, Pua and Hei-Hei as watchdogs, he was very upset, especially when Sina told him about the heart of Te Fiti. But needless to say, it took him six hours to administer the fact that what his daughter had been doing for the past four days was an act of valor.

During Moana's search, the advisors of the chief began to study the remaining ships left in the cave for research, wondering how they could be used in the discovery of other tribes and islands given the amount of loads and passengers it could carry. Their calculations would be proven correct in the future once Moana and her family gathered a reasonable amount of food and tools need for the journey.

While observing the pink lotus flower blooming into it's full stage, Sina noticed a small raft in the distance. She gasped putting her right hand to her bottom lip before her husband would notice. Could it be possible that their daughter had returned? Only by a closer observation had to be the indefinite answer. Tui observed her departure and given his heart's desire to follow his wife, he did so, finding his beloved women in an embrace and he wrapped his arms around them with closed eyes and a warm smile. After five seconds, Moana, a smile that seemed to match the exact measurement of her parents, spoke timidly.

"I am sorry for going a long way past the reef. I will never do such a thing again."

"That is all right," Tui chuckled. "I was an old fool. It suits you best to be an explorer. It is your destiny."

The villagers also arrived at the beach once they had noticed that their chieftess had returned, eager to hug and shake her hand at her victorious adventure. Hei-Hei was the first to leave the raft, walking slowly, but the ever faster and energetic Pua rushed past him and leapt into Moana's arms, the dwarf pig proving himself a proud pet for helping his mistress. Hei-Hei, who had grown accustomed to the sea, thought of turning back to the water before a quick development in his brain made him change his mind.

That being settled, Sora, Donald and Goofy detached the rope from the Gummi ship to the raft and floated off, believing that it would best for the people that Moana have all the credit if the villagers did not believe she was assisted by Maui, Pua, Hei-Hei and themselves, but by the time they drifted off into the great horizon, Moana had noticed that the three had left, but she could still see Sora waving his right hand goodbye into the air. She waved back and then instructed the other villagers to bring the old vessels out of the darkness and into a new daylight.

"So where do we go from here?" asked Donald once Motunui was shrinking out of their sight.

Sora, narrowing his eyes to the flat horizon of water, knew that they had to find some sort of land where technology was advanced enough to repair the rocket so they could make their way home, maybe even along the way, explore new worlds that needed their help. All Sora could say for the matter was.

"To wherever the wind will take us…"

When he turned back, he could have sworn to have seen a regatta of twenty ships, led by the large raft captained by Matai Vasa so many years ago. Now it would be captained by his granddaughter Moana, who wore her flower crown with glory and took the honor of festooning her dress with red, yellow, orange, pink and peach leaves along with two furred armbands on her upper right arm and pearls attached to the upper edge of her top. She looked happy at the sail drawn with the depiction of a flotilla of rafts heading from a small island to a much bigger one, the ship she was currently sailing leading the way. As she reached the top of the mast for a higher view of the world beneath her, there was one possibility that she saw a familiar manta ray gliding under the water and a giant brown owl heading upwards into the sun, knowing that it would be Maui and her grandmother leading the islanders to a new home and a new tribe that would be there to greet them peacefully.

It was the happiest day of Moana's life, better than fighting off Kakamora, or infiltrating the liar of Tamatoa or even restoring the heart of Te Fiti, she would never, ever forget her new friends Goofy Goof, Donald Duck, Maui and Sora.