Moana exhaled the breath she had been holding when he didn't try to talk her out of going. She had been sure that he would and she would then have to stubbornly stand her ground... again.

"No but I've repaired boats before. Owen is making the two canoes and Killian is making the rigging for the sail." She had weaved the sail herself, using thick pieces of grass. It was similar to her skirts and was useful since it wouldn't absorb the salt spray of water that would arise from the ocean.

"Have you built a boat before?"