11 - Lost Heart [OPEN]

[chosenbytheocean]

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

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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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[chosenbytheocean]

"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.

[jokerized]

For some reason, the question throws him, and his brows lift a bit into his hair. His body tilts at the hip, leaning him away as she leans in, the natural reflex to a stranger in his space. "What, like right now," he asks, the first thought to break through the why and the ever apparently don't touch.

Why not now? What better thing does he have to do, if he's already detouring to sit with her on the beach?

"I mean, yeah, I can try. It's not really something I've done before, but everyone else who's ever been stranded on an island seems to figure it out at some point."

[chosenbytheocean]

Moana returned back to her own personal bubble when she realized that she might be pressing a little too close to Tim. They might have just met but she has always been quick to trust. Her world and views were smaller than most. She grew up on her little island, never knowing what turned outside of her shores. Even after everything that has happened in the village, she's eager to trust anyone and everyone she's met. Moana didn't even consider that one of her fellow prisoners might be related to their captors.

"I have repaired boats before. If you can help me get the pieces, I know I can put one together. My people were once voyagers, it's part of my history and I know we can do it."

The crying girl appeared to be gone. Those tears now replaced by unwavering confidence and hope. It wasn't that Moana thought she had it all figured out, she knew she didn't, but she was reminded that she wasn't alone. She could keep going, with the people she's met at her side. It was better than sitting and doing nothing. Over time, she might get used to loss, but for now she'll carry that pain and heartache with her and she'll continue forward.