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.