Moana shook her head. "I don't know, I've never left my island until recently." She couldn't say what was beyond the horizon, only that she wanted to see it.

She wasn't offended or worried about Hawke's reply. It was freedom that she craved, it called to her. That call wasn't something that Moana would ever be able to explain. She'd tried once, to explain it to her father but she'd failed.