sixthiterationlogs | 11 - Lost Heart [OPEN]

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

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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"Of course you can." Emma had had a hard time believing too, but he had always believed she could do it. He'd believed that more easily than he'd believed that he could get over Milah, until one day he had. "It's your job, right? It wouldn't have been given to you if you couldn't do it."

"I guess so."

She turned back to look at the ocean as the waves crashed over the sand. "The ocean choose me. When I was very young, I didn't realize it until I was older and that's when I knew that I had to go." It had been the hardest thing she's ever done.

Moana missed her island.

"The ocean must have chosen you for a reason. What do you suppose that reason was?" If it wasn't that she'd be able to do it. "As long as there's no time limit on what you're supposed to do, you'll manage it. Perhaps coming here was part of being able to do it what you're supposed to do."

Moana looked down at the sand. "I don't know. I don't even know what I'm doing." She'd been making it up as she went, fueled by moxie and little else. "My island is dying... I don't know how long I have." Her voice was soft and a little broken.

She reached forward, plucking a small shell that rolled in with the waves. "I don't know what to do."

"I wasn't there when Emma broke the curse, so I didn't see it myself, but I've heard the story." At this point, the whole town knows it, even those who didn't witness it directly. "She didn't know what she was doing either. She didn't even believe there was a curse, and that she was the one who would break it. Until she did know, and she broke the curse. When you need to know, you'll know."

"She told me a little bit about it..." Moana admitted, suddenly missing Emma more fiercely than before. Emma was someone that she had looked up too and grown close to in a short period of time. She didn't like to think that the woman was truly gone.

"Will you tell me.. the story that you know? Please..."

"That was mostly it. She didn't believe in magic, or the curse, because she grew up in a land where they don't exist." A land like this one, in that respect. "She had given Henry up for adoption when he was born, and when he learned about the curse, and that she would be the one to break it, he went to find her. She stayed in town, but she didn't believe in the curse."

She didn't believe in a lot of things. Luckily she was surrounded by patient people who helped her figure it out. "But Henry persisted, and he believed in her. That helped her believe in magic and curses, and herself."

"Henry is her son." Moana remembered Emma talking about him. It was someone that she had always wanted to meet if she could.

Her fingers curled around her shell necklace. "Someone who always believed in her… the person who always believed in me is dead." She thought of her grandmother and the last word the woman had ever spoken to her, whispered like a command in her ear. Go, she had said and Moana had ran. She remembered that night clearly.

The ground fell away from her feet as she ran. She hadn’t taken more than a few seconds to pack up food and supplies. She had rushed, knowing that if she stopped and thought about it that she wouldn’t go. Her mother had caught her then and if it hadn’t been for her help… Moana might have never left her island. It had been the hardest day of her life. She remained brave, she kept trying, because she couldn’t let herself stop and look back.

"Aye. He's a good lad." Despite having the Evil Queen as a mother. Although he has no problem admitting that Regina is that person no longer; he knows firsthand that villains can change their ways if they try.

"Perhaps at home. Someone here could believe in you."

Moana blinked "huh?" She looked up at Hook with an expression of pure confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about; she hadn't been told about fairytales or Storybrook and Moana didn't grow up with those stories.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that there might not be anyone at home who believes in you," he doesn't know, he's not from there, "but that maybe there's someone here who believes in you."

Moana looked up at him, "You mean you? You believe me?" Believing her and believing in her were two different things but Moana felt like having someone believe her, about the ocean and the heart, was just as important as believing in her.

Her father never believed that the heart was real.

"Sure. Why would you lie about a thing like that?" He'd always believed in Emma too, that she could do what she needed to do. That she would figure it out somehow. With help, if she needs it.

"If it's what you're meant to do, you'll do it."

Moana opened her mouth before snapping it shut again. She had no answer to his question but she still found it hard to believe.

"Thank you..." She paused. "I want to build a boat here." Her voice held more conviction this time.

"I don't know nearly as much about building boats as I do about sailing them, but we should be able to come up with something passable. Something seaworthy enough to go along the coast, at least." So that they could explore from there, and maybe find a boundary and a way out.

Moana planned to go further out than just along the shore but she wasn't going to bring it up now. She'd wait and see what they could make and then tell him or possibly just leave the island.

"Right." She paused. "I'd like to sit here a little longer. I'm done crying." She looked up at Killian with a soft smile. "Promise. I just want to look out at the ocean."

"You will get no arguments from me. I enjoy looking at the ocean myself." Right now it's the closest he can get to sailing on it, so it will have to do. He'll manage.

"Yeah."

Moana lapped into silence, looking out at the ocean with all her dreams held warmly in her heart. She had hope now and she knew she wasn't alone.

11 - Lost Heart [OPEN]

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