"I know." Moana's voice was very soft. It wasn't difficult to sense Owen's restraint however, she was thankful that he wasn't actively trying to talk her out of it. It might be foolish and stupid but it was something that she had to do. "Thank you."

Maybe she would never make a good chief, maybe her story ended in this canyon or out in unfamiliar water, but she didn't know the future. All she knew was here and now. This was what her heart was telling her to do.

She reached towards the plate that she had brought and grabbed one of the fuzzy peaches. Her dark eyes were distant and thoughtful as she looked out over the ocean, nibbling on the bit of fruit. She wanted to think about what Owen had said. It was true that she was reckless and rash but she wasn't going to risk her life without thinking it through first. Maybe after a good night's sleep, something will change.