Moana paused, "The ocean is a friend of mine." She spoke as if she chose each word carefully. It wasn't magic on Moana's part but the ocean communicated with her, in it's own, usually frustrating way.

"It's hard to explain but it's just like having a friend." She didn't know why the ocean couldn't return the heart but that didn't matter. Moana would do anything for her island and her people.

"I hope... I can do it."