you only move in waves

“You know, usually humans throw sacrifices at my feet and beg me to notice their puny mortal lives. This? This is just ungrateful; it's disrespectful; it's downright un-demigodly of me to even consider it.” Yet, Moana happened to know a thing or two about boys who puffed out their chests and spoke the loudest; her grandmother had a word for them, once. So, casting a glance between Maui, the ordinary hook and line, and the waiting ocean around them, she knew: “So . . . you're saying that you can't fish, aren't you?”