Moana knew that her grandmother was with her. It was one of those things that had given her the strength to go pass the reef. She'd see her spirit light up the sea as her mortal life ended. Not everyone believed it, Moana knew that, but she'd seen it happen. Her grandmother called to her.

"My father?" She question caught Moana off guard. She back straightens and her inflection changes slightly. "Proud, stubborn and..." She exhaled falling into a normal tone with her shoulders hunched forward. "I'm constantly disappointing him."

Dark brown eyes looked over at Moana. "He's the village chief. Everyone looks to him, the council looks to him and he wants me to take his place but I never seem to do well enough."