Endless ocean covers the world. Mankind struggles to survive on scattered islands, ever turning to the sea in desperation and terror. For in the depths lurk mer kingdoms, sentient octopuses, and other benthic powers set upon control of all the world. It is an age of exploration. An age of wonder. An age of roaming the sea and adventure. Polynesian myths await.
The mo‘olelo tell us Kāne brought the Deluge to wash clean the world. They say the great god spared Nu‘u and his line, who first came to Kahiki, to raise the children of Men once more. That was the before time. Before Maui, the Firebringer, restored to us the gifts of fire and wisdom, the arts of civilization so nearly lost in the fall. Before he guided us to the isles of Sawaiki where we might truly be free of those who had wrought the ruin of the Old Mu. We, my friend, are the heirs of Nu‘u and Maui. We are the children destined for these lands. And we shall not surrender them. Not to the mer who seek to enslave us, nor to the invaders who would deny us our heritage. If war it must be, then they shall know the blood of Nu'u runs true. —Poli‘ahu, to Nalani