The temperature began to dip and grey clouds of fog rolled in, directly on the water. Hei-Hei sensed danger and so did Pua before he heard the sound of something whooshing that came to the two friends at an alarming pace. Before the rooster could do anything, the dwarf pig grabbed the rooster's tailfeathers with his mouth and pulled him back. What stood there three feet away from Hei-Hei in a 33-degree angle was an arrow, with a front of three white sharp spikes under the larger knife that could have been made from the fang of a great white shark.

Maui picked up the end of the arrow in his left hand, carefully studying the details. It took him a second to realize what type of person would use these arrows.

"Kakamora."

"What are they?" asked Moana.

"Is it some type of Heartless?" Sora interjected.

"Murderous, miniature, brigands."

Maui's voice was deep, deadly serious and full of wisdom. His head slowly turned twenty degrees right to Moana's left and spoke to her ominously.

"Can you guess what they are here for?"

Moana nodded timidly.

"The heart."

Then Maui's voice went quiet.

"Exactly."

The fog was about fifty feet tall with white shades turning from pink in the middle to grey-blue in the bottom. It seemed to be a large mass of clouds combined together to form a smokescreen that spanned over eighteen miles of ocean and if any drops were to make contact with the smoke, the absorption would turn them into rainclouds. But this was unlikely possible if it was that type of smoke, as silhouetted shapes of three leviathans came into view. The shapes were about thirty feet tall, resembling islands or masks of Hawaiian gods until they came into visibility. They were indeed tall, but had now turned into an unusual type of ship (by 1200 AD standards): large rafts made of imperial proportions made of stone and yellow bamboo sticks. Its crew and passengers were nowhere to be seen in plain slight…unless if one were to take into account of the coconuts sitting there with a sharp eye to detail.

A trio of figures stood on the bowsprit and they were indeed coconuts…with purple skinned arms and legs wrapped by leaves for armbands and shoes. The eyes of the coconuts varied surrounded by a peeled layer to represent the face: one on the right had big eyes, the one on the left had holes that were hollow and sinister and the one in front had small, beady eyes that was separated from each other by ten inches. Moana smiled at the seemingly innocent creatures.

"They look so…adorable."

But her words proved her wrong, for the leader and his associate on the left drew red lines representing angered eyebrows with their left index fingers and his associate on the right did the same with his right hand in a white color. Then came the mouths, drawing teeth of white, frightening shapes of various positions alongside three red lines on each cheek. Their heads were donned by different hats: the leader with the peeled body of a puffer fish holding a wooden axe with a sharp corn yellow tooth, the one on the right bearing horns held by yellow string with two weapons; a yellow knife in his right hand, in his left a white toothed axe with four holes in the blade and the one on the left had the purple shell of a carrier snail while his right hand had a spear from the left front tooth of a tiger shark. It seemed to Moana as of that very second, that the paint and the weapons could only spell war.

As Moana's smile dropped, Sora, Donald and Goofy could see from the drifting Gummi ship that the three ships, held together by strong ropes and wooden poles locked together with refuse and flotsam, were coming into full view with its towering fifty-foot height…following the music of drums.

The Kakamora, as Maui had called them, were indeed a four-foot and one-hundred-and-twenty centimeters race with a reputation for cannibalism from the Soloman Islands. They gathered in large armies, a total of 150 to be exact, creating chaos and bloodshed and had a peculiar way of communicating. They lived in the trees and caves of Melanesia and were known by humans as simply "dwarf people". Seemingly timid and shy, the loss of the heart of Te Fiti had provoked them to turn aggressive and now, hoping they could either restore themselves or use it to enhance themselves into superior beings.

The chief of the Kakamora wore the mouth of a teenaged bala shark and the skin of lobster legs embedded on the head with a pair of horns, the left one stained with blood and the right one drawn with purple designs of the Kakamora's tribal patterns. His right hand was armed with a chocolate brown wooden bark of sharp teeth that seemed to function as both a sword and a spear. He aimed it at the direction downwards towards the raft and the unfamiliar looking vessel. It not take long enough for Moana to realize that he was aiming for the heart of Te Fiti. Panic began to settle into her mind and her heart began to pound faster than the beating drums.

"Sora! Ocean! Help us!"

From the cockpit of the Gummi ship, Sora, Donald and Goofy summoned their weapons and a kerfuffle of unintelligent cries from the Kakamora came into their ears. Before they could take action, all three felt a sudden jerk from Maui holding up the rope in his right hand to accelerate the boat at top speed. The Kakamora, with their superiorly larger vessels followed after them when the chief slammed the end of his spear down and five members of his tribe ran in a five-foot barrel used to propel the ship. Another quintet held by black strings bounced on the drum, bringing a louder volume to the music of war.

Moana looked back at the three in the Gummi ship, still armed at the confident suggestion that they could attack. Looking at the trio of ships captained by the Kakamora, should make out the 150 little creatures jumping up and down, shouting in unintelligent tongues of "WE WANT THE HEART!" She had heard stories of Maui's bravery that contrasted with his initial behavior, like transforming into animals for example. She shouted to the demigod with fast thinking.

"Can't you shapeshift to get us out of here?!"

"I would if I had my hook! Without it, I only have my stamina and agility, not my powers."

She looked up at the sight of a white spear held by a half-mile length of brown zooming downwards onto the Gummi ship, followed by two more heading on opposite sides of the canoe. Then came a fourth onto the mast pole, signifying that they were about to be pulled in. Sora and his comrades swung their weapons at the rope, hoping to cut them off while Pua and Hei-Hei tried to chew the ropes off the boat with their teeth.

The Kakamora, six strong in total, pulled their ropes back against the force of the wind blowing the canoe's mast. It pulled the stern down and Moana nearly fell off when the bow rose, holding onto the ropes as Hei-Hei and Pua rolled into the hull. Maui was able to get the first rope off and she was now struggling to pulled off the rope attached to the mast. But the Kakamora had already unfurled their own sails, the main one depicting a crude drawing of a black head with a face of red and dark eyes, white eyebrows and teeth with two spears underneath the face crossing each other, and the one on the left bore the end of a bone wrapped in five lines of red lace.

Moana could see the ropes extending, splitting the two coconut tree laden ships apart, a smaller one on the right side, a medium sized ship on the left side. It was clear that they were intending to circle around the canoe and trap it in a deadly collision. They blew the pink conch shell with two wooden poles against a white puffy cushion and the Kakamora came in groups of eight on each rope. When they came to the Gummi ship, Maui had already gotten the rope attached to the stern off and Moana had no luck in moving the hook off the mast by one little inch.

Sora, his Keyblade swinging left and right at a baseball pitcher's pace, was exasperated by the growing numbers that came out of sight as they were thrown into the water.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph! They're like coconut versions of the Heartless!"

As Goofy and Donald tried to avoid hitting each other with the staff and shield, it was then that Moana placed her right foot on the mast for support and pushed it off. Relived and surprised at how strong she was, she placed her left hand on the mast, smiling to Maui.

"I can't believe I just did that!"

"Look out!"

That was all Maui said before he saw a Kakamora with a crown of baby peaches attempt to run his tiny sword through her back by jumping from the rope attached to the bowsprit. He delivered a quick right cross to the creature, pushing it a yard into the air and straight into the water, where it drowned and his fresh corpse fell to the bottom. Three more in crowns of red and green pepper came down upon his head, and he and to fight them off for as long as possible to keep them from getting the heart, now safely in Moana's necklace.

As he pulled off the last one, he did not realize that the one he had shaken off of his right ankle had safely landed on the right side ship, now to the point of completely trapping the canoe and the rocket. Sora had gotten the Kakamora's rope removed from the rear of the Gummi ship's tail and soon he began to feel the ship itself rotate. Maui had used his own weight to jump on the bowsprit of the canoe, turning it in a 120 degree angle to escape the trap. It looked as if they would make a head-on collision with the main ship, Maui made another right turn that was sharp, heading to a clearing on the right side of the Kakamora ship out into the reaches of freedom.

But the Kakamora had other ideas, they held out shooters made from brown bamboo sticks and what came out of them were fluffy pink tail darts, known for tranquilizing victims into a sleep long enough for them to cut a human or animal's chest open and pull out his or her own heart and feast on it. Sora jumped his way onto the canoe, using reflega to dodge the darts, some of them falling onto the ship. Moana hid behind the mast and Maui felt a sharp pain in his back that reduced him to lying on his abdomen. Given that he was a demigod, the effects of tranquilizer only sedated his joints, but not his head, his willpower strong enough to resist a small fraction of the effects.

"Really? A dart on my spine?"

"Well thank the gods it wasn't your ass!" shouted Sora, putting his fists on his hips.

They made it to the clearing away from the ships, but they still kept firing and Sora was certain of finding a perfect way to end the battle: by wrapping the ships around, bringing them close to each other and crashing in the process. He threw his Keyblade into the air, where it somersaulted for three seconds until it materialized into his Keyblade Glider. Jumping five feet onto the glider, he went in search of a rope. He found the one connected to the main mast, grabbed it with his open free right hand, the rope snapped out of its roots and to Sora's surprise it was long enough to wrap around the ships at least three times. He did just that and with the strength of the ropes pulling him in, he rushed back to the canoe just as the Kakamora ships came into each other with a crash.

Moana was inspecting Maui's tranquilized injury just as Sora dematerialized the glider and fell into the Gummi rocket. The two made an exchange of smiles and went back to focusing their current objectives.

"Congratulations on being a courageous warrior, but I will not take the heart back."

Moana, her feelings towards Maui's words now escalating to negativity even in his current condition but still keeping her mind in check, asked.

"What do you mean?"

"In order to get to Te Fiti, you will have to go through a sea of troubles."

"Like the Heartless?" Sora called from the Gummi ship, even though there were very little signs of their return.

"I am not sure of any Heartless," said Maui earnestly. "But I hope you are prepared to face the lava goddess Te Kā."

If Sora could defeat a senile old man who wanted reshape the worlds in his image, he could take on an equally power goddess of fire as well.

"I will," he fluttered his eyes.

Then Maui looked up at Moana.

"What about you? Have you ever defeated a lava monster?"

"No, but have you?"

Moana, her eyes at half-mast and hands behind her back with a cheeky smile across her lips, thought that Maui looked like innocent infant the way his right cheek was pressed against the boards. Maui, his eyes also at half-mast, albeit in that of anger with his lips in the opposite direction, thought that Moana looked like a she-demon with a perverse urge to make the lives of demigods miserable. The fact that he had proven himself vulnerable to the Kakamora's darts made him realize that he was still stuck to the mission and besides, even if he wanted to, he needed his hook back.

"I submit, but first we must get my hook back," he said at last.

"Good," Moana's smile turned into a genuine one. "Because if you do, then you'll be a hero. A true hero. Everyone's hero."

Maui could almost hear the voices in his head all the way into the night saying "Maui…you are greatest demigod in the world…" imagining one of them belonging to Moana's which he would receive at the end of the journey. Sora, Donald and Goofy had already gone to sleep in the chairs of the ship and Moana was trying her best to be a wayfinder, rising her right hand against the night sky, just like when she saw Matai Vasa do it in her vision of the past. Measuring the stars seemed easy, but only if one were to do it if one's fingers was in the correct position while the hand was held up. If the current was warm, Moana would be going the right way, but now it seemed to be cold. Even after Maui had urinated some leftover water from that morning back into the ocean, she was still determined to face all sorts of disgust, illnesses and many plagues to overcome the odds and believe in herself if she was to get to Te Fiti and make her parents proud enough to rediscover the islands beyond Motunui.