"Meet them halfway?" She hadn't thought of that, of course, her thoughts were muddled and clouded by millions of worries and uncertainties. It was sometimes hard to see the simple or obvious solution. "Do you think I could build a boat to do that? To find the edges and come back?" A bit of hope had leaked into her voice, her dark brown eyes flicking between Tim and the ocean. It looked like it was endless from where they were sitting on the beach, but Moana knew that something had to be out there.

She felt it in her heart.

Moana was reminded of her father's warnings, how dangerous the sea could be and then of the storm that she had been caught in on her way to find Maui. It never deterred her in the past but now she felt her uncertainties bubble uncomfortably in her stomach. What if there was nothing out there? What if she didn't make it back?

"We won't find anything out if we do nothing." It wasn't clear if she was talking to herself or Tim. She turned towards him, looking a bit more eager as she leaned forward. "Will you help me build a boat?" They needed logs and tools to strip the wood. Moana thought about bringing a small canoe through the pass except that it'd be dangerous with the recent earthquakes.