Moana released a short huffy breath that in any other situation might have been laughter. "If it was, it would have told me. The ocean is…" It was very sassy and wasn't afraid to tell Moana when it was displeased with her.

"I just..." She was scared that the ocean had given up on her. "I'll keep going." She declared in a soft voice. "Even if the ocean doesn't respond. I won't give up. The ocean choose me…" She paused again. "I have to believe that there is a reason why." That it wouldn't come to regret choosing Moana instead of someone more capable.