Moana wanted to explain it to Ned, the way the ocean moved and felt beneath her boat but she couldn't. You'd have to be a sailor to really understand and she knew that he wasn't. His place was in mountains with wolves not on a boat with fish. She chewed at her lower lip before suggesting an alternative to his question. "Walk along the shore, then you'll see what I mean. It's the same on the ocean. Like some sort of magic." That was the best way for her to explain it.

She really hoped that it was enough for Ned to understand. In their past conversations he could make those leaps easily though at the time Moana hadn't known what she was talking about. Now she knew and couldn't convey it the way she wanted too.

Her eyes dropped to the seal as Ned inspected it. She didn't want him to know that she had replied to the letter at all. "I kept finding it. First it was outside, then waiting for me in the kitchen and then another in my room. I kept destroying the letter and it kept coming back. I don't know how but no one saw anything."