one day a new land appeared , long and strange on the horizon. was this the ancient homeland of hhiawaiki? or was this the place that some called te ika- a maui? iwirori heard one of the paddlers call it te mahia. as they came closer the land became clearer. the children could see avillage and strange looking waka with long wooden hulls anchored just offshore.
It was time to go. Not a word was said by anyone, not even the little ones. they understood why it was so important to be quiet. theri young eyes had seen many terrible things. they had lost parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, aunties, and uncles but did not understand why Iwirori was among the small group of survivors. like them, he had the faint chance of escape to a new life of freedom.
under cover of darkness, the children moved silently from what remained of their village down to the shore of te whanga. the few adults with them would row the waka korari across the lagoon. on reaching the far side, they would travel on foot to waitangi , next to the sea.
At waitangi, others hid in the shadows , waiting for the sky. it was still dark, but they knew that dawn would soon break an then it would be too late. they would all be discovered. in the half light of the emerging dawn the children slowly appeared tired and hungry as as there had been no time to rest. iwirori quickly devoured the small amount of food he was given. it was not much but it would do for now