If I Were the Ocean

In Moana, he sees another young girl. From a thousand years ago. He remebers nothing about her, not even her name, but the last time Maui remembers seeing that girl, the one Moana is a clear descendent of, was out in the water among a fleet of canoes. He only sees that girl in Moana for a brief few seconds, but these few seconds are enough to further confirm Maui's suspicions

Out on the ocean, sailing the open seas, that’s where Moana’s meant to be. If anyone were to be credited as the one to start the tradition of wayfinding again, he wouldn’t want it to be anybody else but her.