"Alright, that's enough, Curly."

Maui gently took the half eaten banana from his drowsy wife's hand and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. She sighed, nestling further into his arms where they sat by the canoe mast. Maui finished the banana in three bites and tossed the peal into the basket.

"I wasn't finished with that."

Moana tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by a timely yawn. Maui smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, settling against the wooden pole with a wince. He made sure Moana was settled comfortably in his lap, not wanting her to experience any discomfort on their voyage home.

"That was your fourth one. You'll make yourself sick eating so much at once. Give your body time to heal."

She had been trapped for over a week and her ordeal had taken an obvious toll on her body. Maui rubbed his hand on her shoulder, heart sinking at the way her bones protruded and how easily he could feel her ribs. He knew the chief would have a few choice words to say when they returned home, but thoughts of Moana's mother made Maui smile. He knew Sina would pamper her daughter until she became the energetic, adventurous woman they all knew and loved. He smiled and closed his eyes, resting his head against the mast.

"Maui?" Moana shifted in his lap and her soft voice made his heart burst with love.

"Yeah, Curly?"

He looked down and saw that Moana's eyes were twinkling in the starlight. She subtly pointed to the back of the canoe where Taianui and Hina were sitting closely to each other and talking with their heads almost touching.

"When did that happen?"

Maui sighed, fighting a smile. "The moment she boarded the canoe. She quite literally took his breath away."

"Huh?" Moana blinked in confusion and Maui let his smile loose.

"Well," he placed his head near her ear and whispered, "they talked for literally only a minute, she kissed him, and he fainted and fell overboard."

"No!" Moana covered her mouth, eyes crinkling in silent laughter.

Maui nodded, shoulders shaking. "It's true! Tangaroa had to fish him out of the water, just like with that Drumstick of yours."

Moana wiped her eyes and shook her head. "I still can't believe he's the one that's been helping us this whole time. Someday I want to ask him why he chose me to return the heart. And Hina being your sister? You have some explaining to do about that, demi-god."

Maui chuckled and settled her back against his chest. "Don't worry, I'll tell you the story when we get back. And with Tangaroa," Maui placed his head on Moana's and breathed in her familiar scent. "I don't know why he does the things he does, but he is the ocean. He sees more than we can imagine."

"True," Moana responded sleepily.

The canoe sped through the water, Tangaroa helping to speed their journey home, and the waves lapped against the sides of the canoe. The wind blew gently in the sails, carrying with it the soft sounds of laughter from the couple behind them. Maui breathed deeply, filling his lungs with the salty air and relishing the feeling of having his woman safely tucked away in his arms.

"Maui?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can we finish the wedding ceremony when we get back? I didn't even get the chance to dance with you."

"Of course. I think your mother would insist on it anyway, even if we had said no."

Moana chuckled, snuggling against his chest. "She does love to dress me up for celebrations."

Maui smiled and drew her close. Her breathing deepened until he knew she was almost asleep.

"Hey Moana?"

"Yeah?"

"You smell like fish."

She gave a weak growl, but was asleep before she could make any complaint. Maui laughed and fist-bumped Mini-Maui, who finally gave him a tally mark.