A young woman who has had to deal with much disappointment and heartbreak in her life finds herself in an accident at sea and finds herself on a seemingly deserted island.
Until she is confronted by a man that completely baffles her with his words...
'' When I went sailing on that ill-fated day, my family was left behind, yes,'' I sighed out softly as the teenager.
'' I found it hard to believe, that someone could be brought to another time or dimension until Maui showed me some of your belongings,'' Moana said softly.
I sighed in exasperation and pinched my eyes closed for a long moment.
I didn't like the thought of Maui rummaging through my personal belongings, even to prove his story to be true.
I opened them again when Moana gave a disheartened sigh.
I would let the matter slide this time.
I brushed a wayward strand of hair from Moana's face, smiling gently at her before taking off my light summer jacket (it was becoming too hot to wear at this time of the morning) and wrapped it up into a bundle.
I then moved to the storage hatch, opened it and stuffed it into the storage- hatch.
Hey Hey immediately took it as a makeshift nest, which in turn had me roll my eyes in slight irritation at the cooky creature.
'' If he poops on it, I'll have Maui wash it for me in retribution for him having gone through my stuff without my permission,' I thought before closing the hatch.
I then turned back to face Moana and found her staring at me, or rather, what was on my skin with noticeable interest.
I knew exactly what had caught her interest.
Five months before my fourteenth birthday, my father had begun the arduous job of talking my mother into accepting a certain tradition that had been a source of several long talks between them.
And that tradition had been my 'coming of age tattoo'.
At first, my mother had been very much against the tradition as she had been raised in a society where tattoos weren't often given to teenagers.
But my father's reasonings had eventually softened mother who had, after all, embraced the difference in our societies when she had married my father.
I still thought back fondly to the last months before my birthday when my parents and immediate relatives had gone through different designs.
What became of it was a beautiful work of art that had been growing over the years.
I had several tattoos that each held meaning for me, and I wore them all proudly.
(*1) On the back of my neck, there was a strip of Maori design tattoos; the single twist (which represented the 'Path of Life and of Eternity)' was followed by the Double Twist that represented the 'Friendship for Life' that I'd felt for a certain person I'd first met when I'd been nine years old.
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