Disclaimer: I do not own Pocahontas, or Pirates of the Caribbean.
... I don't quite recall how I came up with this one, either xD I think I was just thinking about how both of these movies have compasses. They're pretty big themes, too. Then I probably thought something along the lines of, "Hm, that would actually make a cool crossover." So... here ya go! :D
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Chapter 1
Pocahontas sat on the edge of the cliff, like she had often done these past few weeks. Her knees folded against her chest, with her arms wrapped around them. A gentle breeze played with the beautiful black hair that cascaded down her back. Absentmindedly, without moving, she sniffed at the moving air. It came from the north, from her left, and carried a slight chill. Summer was ending, and autumn was not far off. Though the young woman adored autumn and its' slow explosion of color, its' coming brought her no joy now. She sighed and tilted her head so that her left cheek rested on the table her knees made.
John Smith had left her village wounded some time before. Wounded in body, yes, from the bullet that would've killed her father, but also bruised in spirit. John and Pocahontas were in love. Watching him leave, from this very spot, had been akin to tearing her soul in half. She knew it was necessary, for without proper medicine from his people he would die. That didn't stop her from selfishly wanting him to stay. The memory of their first kiss scorched her eyelids and her heart.
Oh, John.She closed her eyes against the sunset-stained ocean before her. It stretched to the east and the unknown beyond. John was somewhere over all that water. His strikingly masculine features, soft blue eyes, and strange blonde hair materialized in her mind. Being with him made her feel like a woman again, something she hadn't felt since before her mother died. John had filled that space and more. Now that he was gone, Pocahontas felt like she was grieving all over again.
The young Native American sighed again and opened her wide black eyes. This evening she was especially upset. Two days ago, she found she had misplaced Johns' compass. It was only a flat round disk with a spinning arrow in the middle, "a dime a dozen back home," as John had said. Still, losing it felt like a betrayal to his memory. The one thing she had left of him, she went and lost. She had looked everywhere for it, when a thought occurred to her that maybe she hadn't. Meeko probably filched it when I wasn't looking.She made a mental note to check all his hidey-holes tomorrow.
A purple sky soared above Pocahontas now, sprinkled with the first stars. She looked up to check the ocean again. It was black and empty as ever. Disappointment, so familiar to her now, thudded in her heart once again. She unfolded her long limbs and stood up, a lone figure upon the cliff. Pocahontas lingered for a moment longer, brushing off her deerskin dress, before turning and retracing the familiar path back down to her village.
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Short, yeah? Chapter 2 is about the same, and will be up soon! R&R, please and thank you!