Maui, shapeshifter, demigod of the wind and sea, hero to all. The one who pulled up the sky, harnessed the breeze, stole fire from down below, lived for the humans, doing everything he could to earn their love.
This was centuries before the fiasco with the Heart of Te Fiti; he hadn't even considered stealing it for the mortals at this point. There was still many other things he could do for the humans first.
Naturally, when it had come to his attention that a surge of monsters had suddenly been getting from Lalotai to the surface somehow, he felt it was his duty to figure out why and put a stop to it. But even he had to rest sometimes. Couldn't do his work if he was overtired, after all. On his way to the entrance of Lalotai, he had stopped at an island on the way to catch up on some sleep.
As he was starting a fire for the night, he noticed a pair of eyes watching him from behind some bushes; a coconut crab, he realized after looking at the animal for a while. Not a very big one, either. Maybe about two feet long.
"What are you looking at, ugly?" He asked. Rhetorically, of course – crabs don't talk, after all – as he looked back at his fire.
"You're not much to look at yourself, fatso." Came the crab's comeback, a mischievous glint flickering in its narrowed eyes.
Shocked, Maui quickly looked back at the creature with a baffled expression.
… Did he just get sassed by a backtalking crab child?