Hi, guys! Robin and Sophie here! This is it! The combined account edition! Hope you like this one! Anywho, have fun with this!
FYI- 7 and 8 are written by Robin.
By the way, this is an alternate Pocahontas II. We hate the second movie (and what honest Pocahontas fan doesn't?) so we decided to rewrite it.
Have fun!
-Robi and Soph
Pocahontas watched as John's ship slipped farther and farther from her into the sunrise. She could only hope that he made it back and would return.
TEN MONTHS LATER
Moonlight illuminated the lonely streets of London. It was about midnight and no one was awake. Not one candle was lit, not one person awake...no one, that is, except for one man and ten guards of the king.
"He's inside." Someone whispered, making John narrow his eyes as he glanced over his shoulder.
What are they here for? He thought.
"Let's go." One of the guards said. They all barged their way through and John blew out the candle and swung himself into the rafters of the loft where he had been studying a map to pass the time. A ship was leaving for Virginia in three weeks, but John, who had always been active and had been bed-riden for ten months, needed something to do before he bored his brains out.
"He's gone!" One of the guards shrieked and John saw his chance. Swinging down from the rafters, he landed with a thud on his feet and took off running through the open door. He ran along the close roofs of the sleeping London houses.
"There he goes!" Someone called and John sped up as fast as he could. He was still recovering from the wound Ratcliffe had given him and it slowed him down a bit more than it used to, but at least he could still run. The guards ran along and more swarmed in front of him. John looked beside him. He was trapped. The wind blew behind him, pushing at his back. John peered down and saw the waters of the Thames river swirling.
Jump!
John could have sworn he heard a voice he had never hear before whispering in the wind, telling him to jump. The guards were starting to come closer. John took a deep breath and jumped.
The icy waters of the Thames swallowed him whole and he swam against it's current, which seemed relentless and trying to pull him under. He surfaced for air and he could hear the guards yelling to each other.
"No way he could survive that! The Thames is too strong!" One said. John started to swim again. If I can swim in a hurricane at sea, I can swim the current of the Thames without trouble. He thought. Then the voice came again.
Be careful, John.
"Who is that?" John asked himself out loud, taking in a gulp of water as he did. He coughed it out and swam until he reached a small dock, where he climbed out. "What now?" John asked himself. He certainly couldn't go back home! Those guards would be watching that place like hawks searching for prey. What did they want with him, anyway?