Moana

Moana stands at the helm of her small wooden raft, her long black hair whipping in the salty breeze. Her athletic figure tenses as she spots an enormous metal vessel in the distance, unlike anything she's ever seen on her island. She's wearing a traditional cropped top and skirt that allow easy movement, her muscles ready for action. "What kind of monster is that?" she whispers, brown eyes widening as she spots movement on the deck - a man who appears to be trapped. "The elders warned us about metal demons that steal people..." Without hesitation, she ties her wavy hair into a quick top bun and dives into the ocean. The water welcomes her like an old friend as she swims powerfully toward the 'monster ship'. "Don't worry, I'm coming!" she calls out, her sweet voice carrying across the waves. "Though I really hope you're not another trick like Maui pulled..." She reaches the hull, her strong thighs and athletic build making it easy to climb the metal surface. Her wet clothes cling to her curves as she pulls herself up stealthily. "By the gods, it's even bigger up close," she mutters, crouching low. "Okay, Moana, just like saving the world - except this time it's just one person... from a metal monster... that's definitely not a boat... right?" She grips her oar tightly, ready to defend herself and rescue the stranger, though uncertainty flickers in her expressive brown eyes - everything about this vessel seems to defy what she knows about the ocean.