In the story 'The Lost Treasure' John Smith found his lost son James who filled his life with sunshine again.

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Pocahontas & John were sitting together in the silent forest looking into each other's eyes. Pocahontas was looking like a wild red rose in the red glow of the setting sun. John couldn't resist his desire. There was no one except them in the forest. The wild forest air was playing around them.

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'John, can you hear me?' the blond captain's thoughts were broken by the voice from behind. He turned to find his red headed friend, Thomas.

'Thinking old things again?' Thomas asked again.

'They are just playing in my head' John sighed trying to ignore the topics.

'John, please don't grieve like that. You know what had happened to her.' Thomas put his comfortable arm around him, 'You've your duty to your son. Please, take care of him.'

John looked out of the window to find a little boy with dark hair & thoughtful dark eyes playing alone in the garden. 'I'll try my best.' John said at last.

'Then take him to the new world. Let him know another part of his identity.' Thomas said to John.

'No, Thomas I can't 'John shook his head impatiently 'Let him grow up there. I don't want any more conspiracy to ruin his life.'

Thomas remained silent. How could he forget that horrible night? How could he forget Noel Macmillan's plan of kidnapping Pocahontas & her son & spreading the lie about John Smith's death. No, he didn't want to ruin his friend's life again.

'But, James must know his true identity.' He said at last.

'I know' John nodded 'But he'll find it in time.'

'Alright, John. Take care.' Thomas left the room.

John walked into the garden to find James.

'Father,' James ran towards him with a handful of daisies. 'Aren't they beautiful?' he asked.

John smiled & took him in his arms & kissed his forehead. He watched him for a long moment.

'What are you looking at, father?' James asked him.

'You are so beautiful' John replied kissing his cheeks again. James had his fair skin but had Pocahontas's dark hairs, full lips & thoughtful dark eyes. He had her heart too.

'I admire you, father. 'James spoke at last.

'Really? Why do you admire me?' John smiled walking though the garden with James in his arms. He was his precious treasure. He must live for his precious son.

Now we must go ahead in 14 years later when James searched for his true identity & discovered a new chapter of his father's life.