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11 - Lost Heart [OPEN]

WHO: Moana
WHERE: 7I – Ocean
WHEN: August 3rd
OPEN TO: EVERYONE
WARNINGS: None

Sad Thoughts & Losses

Small earthquakes had begun to tremble through the two villages but Moana didn't pay them any attention. She crossed the breach and made her way towards the ocean that rested on the other side, hoping to find a friend waiting for her.

She stood at the shore, her feet bare while the wind tugged softly at her grass skirts. There was so much that Moana wanted to ask the ocean but she couldn't find her voice. She knew that it wouldn't reply to her, she was too far from the home that she knew. Frustration rose in her chest and she kicked at the water, sending thick droplets into the air around her.

"Why aren't you here!?" She yelled at the water before falling to her hands and knees. Everything hit her at once: the loss of her friends, the loss of the heart and the constant reminder of her failure that hung like a beacon around her neck. Moana began to cry softly, her body shaking as the tears streamed freely down her cheeks.

"I need you." She whispered to the ocean, her voice soft as she begged for some way to escape the crushing defeat that weighed heavily on her shoulders.

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"So, what, you think that if it gets all glowy green again, you'll bring peace to here?" She has a bad feeling that it might not work out so well, but the part she's sort of bumping on is the middle. "I mean, also, if it starts glowing again, what's to stop those monsters from coming here?" It wouldn't be the first time she's low on resources and needs to battle against them, but she'd always had Rory and the Doctor before.

Well, sometimes, not counting alternate futures that never really happened. "Maybe if it's gone dark, there's no more poisoning? Maybe it's just sort of a trinket now?"

"She told me a little bit about it..." Moana admitted, suddenly missing Emma more fiercely than before. Emma was someone that she had looked up too and grown close to in a short period of time. She didn't like to think that the woman was truly gone.

"Will you tell me.. the story that you know? Please..."

For Moana the words are almost synonymous. A boat was a boat and it was also a canoe and a kayak. It didn't matter what it was called as long as it took her across the sea. She looked over over the rolling waves again, her heart reaching towards the horizon.

"I can help. I know how they are made and how to repair one but I can't make the main section." She didn't know how.

Moana shook her head. "I need to take it home. I don't think it can do anything here." She reached forward and plucked the stone from Amy's palm, stashing it back within the safety of her necklace. "The heart of Te Fiti is... it's her heart. Without it she can't be the mother island... if the heart is out then... she's..."

She bit her lower lip to stop herself from becoming frantic.

"Without the stone... there is nothing to stop the darkness that consumes my island." The heart had to be returned so that life could return with it.

"That was mostly it. She didn't believe in magic, or the curse, because she grew up in a land where they don't exist." A land like this one, in that respect. "She had given Henry up for adoption when he was born, and when he learned about the curse, and that she would be the one to break it, he went to find her. She stayed in town, but she didn't believe in the curse."

She didn't believe in a lot of things. Luckily she was surrounded by patient people who helped her figure it out. "But Henry persisted, and he believed in her. That helped her believe in magic and curses, and herself."

Amy vaguely remembers that it's the heart of an actual person, but the thing is that she's not exactly sure that there's someone here missing a heart? Or, it's not exactly the kind of thing that you can ask about so easily, though knocking on doors and asking if there's a woman without a heart could be better than just moping, at least.

"So, if it's here," she says, putting the pieces together enough that she's starting to get an idea about why Moana is so upset to see it. "What about putting it in the water? Maybe the ocean or the current will just sort of take it back? Or someone else could find it and get it back?"

"Henry is her son." Moana remembered Emma talking about him. It was someone that she had always wanted to meet if she could.

Her fingers curled around her shell necklace. "Someone who always believed in her… the person who always believed in me is dead." She thought of her grandmother and the last word the woman had ever spoken to her, whispered like a command in her ear. Go, she had said and Moana had ran. She remembered that night clearly.

The ground fell away from her feet as she ran. She hadn’t taken more than a few seconds to pack up food and supplies. She had rushed, knowing that if she stopped and thought about it that she wouldn’t go. Her mother had caught her then and if it hadn’t been for her help… Moana might have never left her island. It had been the hardest day of her life. She remained brave, she kept trying, because she couldn’t let herself stop and look back.

Moana looked back at the water. "Because I don’t know if this ocean is my ocean. It’s true that I found it in the water." Though it had been before the breach opened and she had found it at the base of the waterfall. She had taken the time to search in that area since but there was nothing there.

"The ocean is a friend of mine… but this… this just feels like water." As if in reply to her, the tide rolled up the beach washing over Moana’s feet. "It feels like it’s missing something." She wasn’t sure if she wanted to let the heart go back and be lost to the sea.

"I can help you figure it out. Between the two of us, we'll figure out how to build one," Jax promises her. He doesn't want Moana to feel aimless and hopeless. She's better than he is, by a hell of a lot, and he wants to see her determined and smiling again.

"Don't give up, okay? Whatever you do, don't give up. That's not you, Kid."

Amy's not sure how it really matters if the ocean is different. "So, wait," she deadpans, "Are you saying that only one ocean likes you? Does that mean the other ocean is a bastard that has problems with you or something? Because, I mean, I can't fight a whole ocean, but I can throw some really smelly, awful things in there to sort of even the balance and make it think twice about being so disrespectful," she insists.

She ought to think Moana's mad for talking like this, but then, Amy had been called mad so many times that she's sensitive about stuff like that. "How did it feel before?" she prods, instead. "When it was a friend?"

"Aye. He's a good lad." Despite having the Evil Queen as a mother. Although he has no problem admitting that Regina is that person no longer; he knows firsthand that villains can change their ways if they try.

"Perhaps at home. Someone here could believe in you."

Moana released a soft huff of air. "Not me? I'm not sure who I am… I'm just a girl who loves her island and the sea. I'm the daughter of Tui Waialiki… one day I'll be the chief of Motunui but… I left my island." She looked over at Jax, knowing that she was asking him a lot. She wanted to smile, she wanted to be strong and never give up but was that really her?

"What do you see? When you look at me?" So many people saw a child, someone who didn't know what they were doing. Maybe they were right.

Moana lifted her shoulders in a short shrug. "I don't know. It hasn't been responding to me…" Which hadn't been a problem before now. Moana knew that the river and hot springs wouldn't respond to her but this was the ocean. It should be able to say something…

"I don't know about feel but the ocean would talk to me." It was a lot of frantic gestures and nodding more than actually speaking. "I kicked it once… but missed." The memory brought a brief smile to Moana's lips. "I told the ocean that fish peed in it." At the time, it had made her feel better about being caught in the storm.

Moana blinked "huh?" She looked up at Hook with an expression of pure confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about; she hadn't been told about fairytales or Storybrook and Moana didn't grow up with those stories.

"What do you mean?"

For this particular affliction, Robb had no answer. He understood all too well Moana's confusion and despair, even if he'd worked so diligently to hide it -- When Arya had gone, they had all been gutted. Still, he understood too that whatever strangeness ruled this place was little enough affected by anything he might have done.

"I'm sorry," he quietly said, and reached a gentle hand to brush the sand away from Moana's cheeks. "There is no reason to who remains here and who doesn't. I don't think their leaving is any fault of yours."

Moana was holding the heart of Te Fiti close to her chest like she might bury it inside of herself. "I should have been able to do something." This was far outside of what Moana knew but then, everything she's done has been outside of that small sphere of experience. She was a wayfinder who has lost her way.

Her head turned to look up at Robb feeling a sharp pain sink like a weight in her chest. "How can we do anything if we can't protect the people we love?" She leaned forward pressing her face against his shoulder, attempting to stop the tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.

"I mean that there might not be anyone at home who believes in you," he doesn't know, he's not from there, "but that maybe there's someone here who believes in you."

Moana looked up at him, "You mean you? You believe me?" Believing her and believing in her were two different things but Moana felt like having someone believe her, about the ocean and the heart, was just as important as believing in her.

Her father never believed that the heart was real.

"Sure. Why would you lie about a thing like that?" He'd always believed in Emma too, that she could do what she needed to do. That she would figure it out somehow. With help, if she needs it.

"If it's what you're meant to do, you'll do it."

"I mean, you're not wrong," Amy feels compelled to point out, but she's not exactly Miss One-With-Nature. Mostly, nature is the thing that she encounters and interacts with when necessary, but not usually out of her own free will. Though, there's been exceptions. The gardens in Apalapachia, for one. The sunflowers in France with Vincent. Her heart aches for those experiences and times, but for once, it's not aching for Rory.

It's almost progress. "Is it a bad thing if the ocean stopped talking to you? I mean, it's not exactly normal, is it?"

"I see someone hellbent on getting what she wants no matter the price," Jax says.

"And that's an admirable quality. Most people would have given up on getting out of here by now but you haven't. You're going to build a boat and give it another shot. Anyone who doesn't admire that kind of tenacity is a damn idiot."

Robb slid his arm around her shoulders with a slow sigh. "Truthfully, I don't know. It's a question I've asked myself many times." When his father had been killed, when Sansa had been held hostage, when Arya had seemed to disappear into thin air, when he believed Bran and Rickon to be slain... The list went on and on.

"I wish I had a better answer. All I know is to do the best I can for them while I'm able. Hard as it is to accept, the rest is out of my hands."

Moana opened her mouth before snapping it shut again. She had no answer to his question but she still found it hard to believe.

"Thank you..." She paused. "I want to build a boat here." Her voice held more conviction this time.

"I guess it isn't." The ocean didn't talk to anyone else. "It was always quite around the others in the village. Except for me and my grandmother." Later Maui but that was mostly to keep the demi-god from refusing to help.

Moana exhaled a soft breath. "There's so much I don't know." But she knew that she wasn't going anywhere by sitting here and feeling sorry for herself.

Moana felt herself smile, even though she didn't want to. "Thank you." Maybe he was right and maybe he wasn't but Moana wanted to believe him. She leaned against his shoulder again, curling her legs up to her chest like she was a child.

"Jax." She paused chewing over the words in her head. "I'll protect you too." Even if she failed and he left. "I'll keep trying." She didn't want to let him down.

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