Out on the open sea

The ocean opened out before Moana, endless water ahead. She was the first of her people to leave the island since ages past, the first to take one of these ancient ships and sail out into the world, and she couldn't stop grinning.

She'd been chosen by the Ocean. For so long as she could remember she'd loved the water and it seemed that it had noticed. She had to restore the heart to Te Fiti and it had chosen her to do so.

The downside was that it was, well, an ocean, not human. It only helped her so much, and on top of that seemed to enjoy itself a bit too much when it pushed her back up onto her boat when she regularly fell off. She was still just getting used to sailing.

As much as she was loving it, she was also soaked through. Ok, she hardly expected to sail without getting a little wet, but she'd thought it would just be foam and splashes, not being submerged and having her clothes stick to her skin.

There!

Moana managed to reorient the ship, as much by luck as skill, pointing it towards a small rock. It was barely an island, but it was enough. She drew close, throwing a rope around one of the two trees sticking out from the scrap of land to keep the boat close.

Once it was secure she hopped off, climbing up a little to it. The surface was uneven, tricky to stand on, but it gave her a decent view.

She swallowed. There was only ocean as far as she could see, only water. No sign of her island.

Though at least that had one advantage. With one last glance around, making sure she was alone, Moana peeled off her top and loosened her skirt, laying each sodden garment over a more horizontal tree.

Despite the fact she'd never been more alone, she crouched down, embarassed, as soon as she could, not needing to stand after laying out her clothes.

The Sun beat down; they ought to dry soon, then she could get dressed again and continue the journey.

Moana squirmed slightly. She wasn't sure whether the rock was just uncomfortable, or if it was being unnecessarily high.

Her dark-skinned ass was against the stone, wet with the ocean spray, and her arms were crossed over her small breasts, though not tightly enough to hide. She just did it to make herself feel better.

Nervously, she slipped back down to the boat, constantly telling herself there was no reason to feel embarassed. She was alone, no one would ever know, and no one would ever see her like this.

She was the Chief's daughter after all, she couldn't very well be seen naked.

The boat rocked on the waves and, a little impatient, she waited for her clothes to dry. Despite everything, this felt somehow... illicit.

The boat rocked again, harder. She frowned, shifting. She had been lying, hopefully low enough to be hidden from non-existent observers, but now she sat up. Dusky skin and darker nipples peeked into view as she supported herself on the sides of the boats.

"Alright, alright," she said to the Ocean. "Just let my clothes dry and I'll be on my way."

The Ocean nudged her boat again. She had to steady herself.

"What? It shouldn't be too much longer," Moana said. "Just- whoa!"

The Ocean reached up and started pushing. The rope she'd used to secure the boat to the islet didn't stand up to much; she hadn't expected to resist much ****.

Suddenly Moana was yelping as the Ocean pushed her boat back onto its journey; she reached futilely over the edge to the dwindling sight of her clothes vanishing into the distance.

Wearing only her necklace, Moana hurried to grab the mast of her boat, trying to steady herself. She looked down at her body; her very, very exposed body. Toned legs, dark hair between them, small boobs that were still far too eye-catching for not being covered, and behind her she had nothing to cover her firm ass.

It wasn't as though she'd brought a change of clothes.

"Come on!" she shouted at the Ocean. "Give me my clothes back!"

The water stared as impassively as water could, its silent meaning clear. You have a job, focus on that. It wasn't like water had any concept of modesty.

And so Moana, completely naked, had to work to steady her boat and set it back on course.

She drew back, tried to cover herself as much as she could, but she constantly had to be in motion so it was hard to. She didn't know what she was going to do if and when she ran into anyone, out on the sea.