Pocahontas ran as fast as she could. Sweat beads trickled down her face, and she did not dare look back. She had lost John once, and she was not going to loose him once more. Her heart pounded as she reached closer to her destination. She did not want to go there, but it was the only way to get out of this…this…place of unspeakable horrors.

EARLIER THAT DAY…

Pocahontas giggled as she raced John down the river. She loved to breathe in the wind in her face, and let the wind pick up her long, black hair. She looked back and grinned. John was already huffing and gasping for air, while she was only warming up. "Do you want to stop and rest?" she taunted him.

John's stubbornness immediately kicked in. "No, its ok." he called out, whisking some loose blonde strands from his face. "I'm just getting started."

Pocahontas rolled her eyes and kept on running. Suddenly, an idea hit her. She suddenly darted into some thick bushes, so John only saw a quick, brown flash dart into the forest.

"Pocahontas…?" he asked looking around for some signs of the Native American. He quietly crept around the bush, looking for a trace. He moved on, and started looking for her around the river. Suddenly, he felt two smooth hands shove him into the river.

"GAH!" he yelped as he splashed into the water. He soon bobbed to the surface, gasping for air. He turned around and playfully glared at the mischievous Indian in front of him. "Pocahontas…" he growled teasingly.

"What's wrong?" she asked with mock sympathy.

"Bah! You could at least help me up!" he said in mock anger.

Pocahontas just laughed as she bent down to help him out of the freezing Potomatic River. As she held out her hand, he suddenly jerked it down, pulling Pocahontas into the freezing cold water. She bobbed his head into the water.

"Try doing that again, you scoundrel!" she said mockingly.

The two began swimming in river, laughing and throwing water into each other's faces in along the way. They kept on swimming until they were exhausted, and climbed on shore.

Pocahontas, still laughing as she got out of the freezing water, gasped when she looked in front of her. "John…" she whimpered.

"What is-" he began, but then gasped. In front of them was an entire settlement, with the houses and plantations and even a wedding chapel; but there was one thing missing: people.

They had encountered the mysterious Roanoke Island.