Surface

There weren't a lot of things that put Moa in a bad mood. Usually an unapologetic optimist, the only thing that really ground the sea deity's metaphorical gears was finding some kind of trash in the water. Mortals could be wonderful additions to the ocean seascape, but they were also careless. They'd discard their things wherever they wanted and then completely forget about them!

At first, Moa had tried to return these things to the surface land one by one. But the mortals were many, and their things piled up. Moa couldn't return everything by themself. So they hatched a plan.

Moa set themself up in a reef and gathered all of their strength. Above them, the sky began to turn dark and the ocean began to swell. Moa flicked their tail, and a huge wave formed just before the pile of mortal trash that had accumulated at the surface. A flick of their tail, and Moa manipulated the storm to push all the trash back to the nearest beach. The mortals could take their stuff back from there. It wasn't Moa's problem anymore, and they were relieved.

By the time the other deities realized what had happened, Moa had disappeared into the depths. They still had things to do, after all.