Or, the Queeshmael/Moana crossover fic that I definitely wanted.
Summary:
Maui was flooded with relief when he saw the man paddling, or rather trying and failing to paddle.
(A thousand-year-old friendship brings a demigod out to save a harpooneer, and one less canonical death results.)
Or, Queequeg is a descendant of Moana a thousand years down the line, and Maui keeps his promises.
In the Same Manner – seashadows – Moby Dick – Herman Melville [Archive of Our Own]
Whenever my situational depression comes back – and I mean to the point that my only remotely productive thought involves the desire to go down the street and systematically punch randos in the dick – then I know it’s time to go back to sea.
I REFUSE to believe that Queequeg died. I REFUSE. The book and movie end with Ishmael getting picked up and there is ample room for Queequeg to have lived. Ishmael just hadn’t found out yet because he was still out of it.
I take the George R. R. Martin route: if there’s no body, NO DEATH CONFIRMATION!
Death By Catchphrase 