Jailbreak: A Disney Fan Fiction

Chapter 2

The sun hadn't yet risen, but Moana had already woken up. Pua and Hei Hei were curled up together in her bedroll, still fast asleep. In fact, the daughter of the chief was the only one awake at all. She couldn't resist being alone with the ocean every now and then.

She walked slowly down the beach, basking in the early morning, in the sound of the tide. This island wasn't like Motunui, but she already felt that it would make a good place for a new village. In time, it would make a wonderful new home.

She got down on her knees, and stuck her hand into the gentle waves. The Ocean playfully splashed her, causing her to laugh. It had been two months since her voyage to Te Fiti, and, in her eyes, those months had been pure bliss.

Her people had, after hundreds of years, finally returned to their voyaging ways. While they would never forget Motunui, which had been their home for generations, it was time to find a new island. They'd found several, and more than once they had landed for a few days and begun building new villages. Moana always enjoyed a few nights on solid ground, but eventually she always chose to press onward to find new islands. She couldn't help it; the sea was as much her home as any island.

The sky was slowly but surely turning from indigo to a warm purple. The last few stars slowly began to fade as dawn approached. Moana looked up into the retreating night sky, before returning her gaze to the gentle waves.

Today, she, her parents, and a few more of their tribe members were going to continue forward. A few were staying to build a new village. Moana had been asked to stay, but she had politely refused. She knew that there were more islands to see, and she couldn't wait to find them.

She clenched her hands into fists, feeling the damp sand squeeze between her fingers. The voyage wouldn't be easy. She knew better than anyone else that there were storms, massive waves, and unseen dangers waiting for them. The thought, admittedly, scared her. But it also inspired her. She didn't know if she could conquer every challenge she faced. But she was more than ready to try.

She looked up from the ocean. The sky in the east was getting brighter. Morning was coming. She frowned, a bit disappointed, but stood up regardless. The others would wake soon. As much as she wanted to stay on the beach, they needed to begin preparing. There was food to gather, sails to mend, loose boards to repair, she needed to speak with the new village leader...

She turned to walk back up the beach. Simply worrying about her duties wouldn't get them done any sooner, she thought as she continued to walk. She was halfway up the beach when she saw something that stopped her.

There were footprints in the sand, strange ones. She knew, of course, what a normal footprint looked like. But these footprints had no toes. And, she realized, she had no idea who had made them. She looked around, but she saw no one.

There was a violent splashing behind her. She turned to see Ocean signaling her, and making a path for her through the water. She understood that, somehow, she was in danger, and ran to the path Ocean had made.

She didn't make it. Something (someone?) that she couldn't see tripped her, and sent her sprawling forward onto the sand. She got up quickly, looking all around. What was that?

"Who's there?" She called. "Show yourself!"

No one replied. But she noticed that the strange footprints were coming near her. As she stared, wide-eyed, she saw them being made in front of her. As though an invisible person was approaching her...

Moana was very brave. But her will broke and she began to run. She needed to get to the village. Whatever was after her, it wouldn't dare try to catch her while surrounded by her people, right?

She never got a chance to find out. She was kicked in the back by the unseen attacker, the pain and surprise sending her forward into the sand. Before she had a chance to recover she was attacked again. Invisible hands pinned her face down to the beach.

She wished she had her oar, or a knife, or anything. She was a fair fighter, and when she had a weapon she was practically unbeatable. But how could she fight an enemy that she couldn't see?

"That's two."

She heard a bodiless voice speak, and knew that it was her attacker. She didn't take a moment to ponder what he meant by "two". She screamed up the beach, hoping someone would hear. She hadn't been screaming long when something incredibly bright appeared behind her, and felt herself being pulled into it.