AUTHORS NOTE: Sorry, this is my first fanfiction story, so be easy! *dodges chair thrown at her* Eeek! Okay! I'll try my best!!! Read and review? Enjoy!
NOTE: this takes place in the first movie, in Pocohontas' thoughts through out the Disney Classic. This is basically what she feels, and yes, I know, I wrote some parts in-between the scenes, to make it more original, you know? I didn't want to copy the whole thing so I added a little more... Pizaazz, as I like to call it.
Sorry if I make John seem a bit mean in the beggining, but well, I just needed too for now, don't worry, he has had a little to drink anyway, lol.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A JOURNEY TO REMEMBER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One: Count me in!
The sun's light shone brightly, as if the world was smiling at the high buildings of London. Children filled the streets with they're joyful giggles, merry music came beamed through-out the pubs that surrounded the little roads. Women could be seen on the streets, smiling and hugging they're families, while men stood at the docks, preparing for the day that was to come. It was a bright day, that was for sure. And for a good reason too. The news had been spread all around the land as the royal family announced the coming of a new day, a new life and a new world. Today was all the men had left to remain with they're familys before braving on the dangerous journey to a far away land. Yes indeed, a journey it was!
A door creaked quitely as a skimpy man entered the "Forgivable Trout" an odd pub near the excited docks. As the entrance was made, loud music filled the small danty ears of Wiggins, Ratcliffe's servant. Walking in, he stepped into the joyous bar and looked uncertainly around, searching for the famous, John Smith. Wiggins stood onto his skimpish tippy-toes, looking over the smiling faces of all the men, finally spotting a messy-blond head. With a smile, he clapped excitedly and (looking rather girly) he shuffled over to the man he'd been searching for. Pushing passed a fair crowd of drunken men, he made his way through until he came to a studded man, sitting with an arm on the chair's head behind him, laughing casually at his table-partner's joke. "Ahem... Excuse me Sir, mind if I cut in for a moment?" Wiggins asked hopefully to the man in the oppisite chair. The stranger grunted and smiled in a gentleman's way before tipping his hat and excusing himself to the bar. With a relieved smile, he looked at the blonde soldier who sat, now giving full-attention to the boney man before him. "Mind if I sit? I have a few propisitons to give." John Smith laughed, "Why, O'course!" he said in a friendly manner. WIth quite a rough pat on the back, Wiggins winced and placed himself onto the soft chair that connected to the wall of the pub.
Wiggins looked at John, with a smile, he continued, "Mr. Smith--" His propisiton was suddenly intruppted with a pointed finger at him and a scowling face from John, "The name is John, if you please Sir." The weaker man nodded and straightened his overly-long tie before clearing his throat and continuing, "Ahem... John... You see, my boss has sent me on a little errand to find you." Smith looked shocked and laughed as if in dismay. "Me? Hah! Why me?" Wiggins only smiled in aknowledgment, "Well, as I was saying. My boss, Sir-er-Captain Ratcliffe sent me here to find you. He had a bit of a proposition he wished to clear with you, Sir." The man scratched his chin thoughtfully and rubbed his neck in an unsure way. Finding speach once more, he spoke to the messenger, "Mr. Rattcliffe... I've heard of him. No doubt in league with the royal family, yes?" The little man nodded vigorously as if proud of his master, "Yes! Thats him! Hes sailing tomorrow and was wondering if you'd care to join, you know... As the star of the cruise, hoping to add some more sponsers to our journey. Ofcourse, your bunk would be more "high classed" than the others, considering your proffesional reputation dealing with Sava--" Once again John stuck up a hand, this time with his brow furrowed in thought, "Where exactly are we going that requires my attention and expertise in sailing?" Wiggins winced at his harsh tone, realising that this was short notice, after all, the journey would begin tomorrow and today was already in the midst of the afternoon. "Well... You see... I know this is all short notice but... Well, there is a slight, possible, perhaps, mayb--" Smith shot him a look and Wiggins sped it up, "Its not your sailing that Ratcliffe is intrested in. Its the fact that we may encounter Indians..." John shot up from his chair, obviously elated, "Indians?!? Count me in! I love a good fight in the morning. After all, thats why they call me 'John Smith, the Slayer of Savages' !" Wiggins smiled nervously, "Yes yes, but... We leave tomorrow. And Mr, Ratcliffe was basically wondering if well... I'll explain in his own words... 'Care to join?' "
Johns brow furrowed again as he slowly sat down, once more running his hand across his dirty blonde hair. After what seemed forever, he answered... "Count me in!"
Sorry for the shortness of the first chapter! I promise to make the next longer. I was going to post more, but I found that here would be a good place to stop for now. Until then... Praise for Chapter Two! Coming soon! (I'll publish chapter two today, but for now, I have to eat!)