Moana looked at he space between them and began to draw in the sand. It started as a series of squares before it began to turn into the huts and trees of her island. "I wanted to see the city. When I first arrived- It sounded so different from my island." It was an easy thing to confess and while her voice continued in it's somber monotone inflection there was wonder and awe that seeped into her words.

"My island..." She began while drawing a small family at the forefront of her picture in the sand. "My people, I know they're there but... I was supposed to save them and I wanted to save the people here too..." Moana stopped drawing when the tied rose and washed away her image.

"I failed. I can't help anyone." She turned her attention back to the ocean. "And if I tried to leave and sail across the ocean.... it's selfish." Selfish and dangerous because Moana still didn't know how to sail. Not to mention that the people keeping them here wouldn't want them to leave.