Chapter One

I have no idea what I'm doing. I sort of decided on a whim to publish this and I got to the point where I figured why the heck not. It's a bit short for my taste, hopefully I'll be able to improve that later on but here ya go! My take on the cliché "girl gets toted off to early America" fic! So fav, follow, gimme some feedback, whatever, I'd love to hear from you! Enjoy this first chapter!

Also! I wanted to put it out there that I'd love to have a beta for this story so if you're keen on that please lemme know! You can contact me through a pm or just email me, my email you can find in my bio!

—

The night air was thick and heavy, almost intoxicating. As was the darkness that threatened to swallow up Helena's quaint frame as she leaned against a brick wall.

Her face was pale in the shallow light; it made her appear an apparition, a ghost of the night. Her blonde locks glimmered, and made a halo around her thin face, thanks to the light from a nearby street lamp. She had stood there waiting on the corner of Baker and Cherry, for a good twenty minutes. With each minute that passed her brows drew together more, her gaze darkening.

Waiting like this made her anxious. She wasn't used to it either which made the whole ordeal more tedious. She'd been waiting for an opportunity to leave England for about a year now, to venture off to Spain or India, like a character from one of the novels her mother used to read to her as a child.

But now she actually had a chance to venture off to a land not yet written about in any story book she had been read.

The New World.

She'd been dreaming of the land since the first explorers had returned, men who had seen the world, heard new languages and sounds. Felt a foreign breeze on their skin and gazed into a sky of unknown stars. It was a grand thought but a treacherous one. As women could not be explorers; women were decorative, especially in England.

The sound of hooves from afar caught her attention. She peered her head around the corner cautiously and smiled when she saw the rider's wavy yellow locks.

"John!" Helena smiled, John was a childhood friend and they had known one another for the majority of their lives, he was truly the closest thing that she had to a sibling or a family. Her mother had died when she was quite young and her father, if she could even call him that, was as pathetic a man as one could meet in their life time. He hadn't made life easy for her, he'd been the one that sent her to live in London, away from the trees and birds. She'd always found the city quite bleak, the people were lacking, and they hid it under their hats and fine clothes. As were the cold parlors, and the sky which was often grey.

"Helen!" He called back dismounting.

"You're late." She said. It was more of a question then a statement, as she was curious as to what had kept him.

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, the meeting went later then I'd expected. The Virginia Company has yet to name a captain and we sail tomorrow." He sounded exasperated.

"What? Why?"

"They can't seem find someone to their liking, and anyone half way decent would make too much of a dent in their wallets." He shook his head, the disdain apparent.

"Mmh." Helen mused. "There will be a captain by tomorrow though?"

"Aye, hopefully. And anyway, they can't delay the voyage anymore, everything has been prepared. Too much money would be lost if the Company decided not to sail."

She nodded hesitating a moment before she asked eagerly, "Could you manage to secure a place for me?"

John grinned holding up several pieces of parchment.

"Aye. Here are all the necessary documents you'll need to board." He said handing her the papers.

She reached an arm out to take the papers from John and he handed them to her.

"Helen."

"Mmmh?"

His expression darkened and he look at her for a moment about to say something before he cleared his throat.

"Never mind." He murmured. "I've told them your name is Jack so as of tomorrow you'll have to answer to that name. You think you can do that?"

She nodded.

"And you're sure you've thought all this through? Going to the New World, leaving London, you realize what that means right?

"Yes. I've thought this through John; and I'm not going to change my mind. I've been trapped in London too long."

"I figured you'd say that." John smiled, "So I've brought you these as well." He handed her a small cloth bag, which she promptly opened to revel a pile of clothes.

"These should fight alright, I got the smallest things I could find, there's a couple pairs of trousers in there, some shirts too so you should be set for a bit."

"Thank you." She smiled. "I am indebted to you."

"Naw, you just gotta promise me that you'll make sure you don't get into any sort of trouble Helen."

"No guarantees." She smiled deviously.

He shook his head, "Seriously Helen."

"Alright, alright, you have my word." She smiled. "You worry too much John."

He smiled and shook his head, "Well I wonder why."

Helena grinned.

"Oh and you will be happy to hear that you'll be acting as an apprentice of sorts for me, I've managed to secure you quarters on a cot away from the other men. It'll probably be as much privacy as you'll get on the ship. It's not much but -"

"No, it's more then I could ask for."

John smiled, "Well that should be it, anyway I'd better be off, we sail at dawn, so it'll be an early start tomorrow."

"Alright," she nodded, "John, thank you again, if there was ever something I could-"

"Helen, don't worry, you don't owe me a thing, I'm happy to help." John smiled running a hand through his own golden locks.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." Helen said with a grin, she was giddy. Freedom was so close.

"Aye," he replied mounting his horse,

"Tomorrow."

—

Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of the movie Pocahontas, or any affiliated film. This fan fiction is loosely based off of historical events and is purely for entertainment purposes.