Moana felt a shiver crawl down her spine at the woman's description. She didn't want to meet giant spiders, let alone on the sea. The good news was that the ocean was just as unforgiving to humans as it was to spiders.

"Those who find their way across the sea." She spoke plainly and simply. "My ancestors were way-finders."

It wasn't something that Moana knew a lot about. She knew stories but her father had done well to erase bits and pieces of that lineage.