Chapter 2
The journey to the New World took three months. Mary's heart already hurt, and as the time passed it began to hurt even more. Finally the ship reached the opposite shore of the ocean. As Mary walked down the docks she wondered what to do next. For there was nobody she knew, except for John, in the New World.
Then she saw a native woman walking through the crowd. She greeted everyone kindly. She had long, raven black hair. And deep brown eyes. She smiled warmly to some of the people, who she seemed to know well. So Mary decided to go to her for help.
"Hello," said Mary kindly, "How are you today?" "Wingapo," said the native woman, "I am fine. Is there any way I can help you?" "I am new here. And I am not sure what to do now," said Mary, "I came here to see a friend of mine. His name is John Smith. Do you know him?" The native looked a bit surprised. "Yes. Of course I know him," she smiled, "He is my husband. My name is Pocahontas." Mary blushed, "He has written letters to me and told me a lot about you. My name is Mary." "Come with me," said Pocahontas as she turned and began walking into the forest.
About an hour later the two women entered the village. Mary looked in shock at everything that was going on around her. She began to shiver a bit. Pocahontas led the way to a large hut in the center of the village. "Wait here," she said to her new friend. Then she went inside. Mary heard her talking to a man. But it wasn't John. Then Pocahontas reemerged and told Mary to come inside.
A tall man sat on the far end of the hut on a high pile of mats. He wore a cape decorated with racoon tails and a headdress decorated with feathers. Mary sat down next to Pocahontas. "Wingapo," said the man, "I am Powhatan, the chief of this tribe." "Wingapo," said Mary. She had already learned this word, "i am Mary. I came to the new world to see one of my friends. John Smith." Powhatan smiled. "Daughter," he said looking at Pocahontas, "Would you please go find john." Pocahontas smiled, "Yes, father." Then she left the hut.
Mary and Powhatan sat in silence. Mary's mind raced. 'What would John say when he seees me? What if he gets mad for coming here, after all, I never told him that I was going to come to the New World.' thought Mary as she waited. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the door flap opened and John walked in. He stared at Mary unable to utter a word. Mary stared at him. He looked just as she had remembered him. Hair golden like the sun. And with eyes that were as blue as the sky on the clearest day.
"Hello Mary," John finally said, "What a pleasant surprise. I am glad to see you. How have you been?" Mary smiled. Her green eyes sparkled. "I'm fine," she said, "I came here to see you. And I came here to start a new life. It got too crowded for me, in London. And I enjoy the outdoors. I am so happy to see that you are well!" She didn't show her emotions. She fought the urge to stand up and fall into his arms once again. She fought back the tears. Her heart was breaking into a million pieces as she looked into John's blue eyes.
Then Pocahontas interrupted her thoughts, "Would you like to come to our hut. I imagine that you are pretty tired after the ong trip. And i'll make something for you to eat, too." So Mary got up, and after saying goodbye to Powhatan followed Pocahontas to her hut. John stayed to talk to Powhatan.
"Well, well. John Smith. Is there anything that you'd like to tell me," asked Powhatan with a smile and yet a concerned look. "Yes sir," said John as he made himself comfortable on the floor in front of Powhatan. Both men were quiet for a minute. John took a deep breath and began, "Before I came to the New World I met that woman in England. She was young, about eighteen years old. I was already twenty-two years old. We were very good friends. I liked her, somewhat. But she... She loved me with all her heart." John paused and looked at the chief. Powhatan waited patiently because he knew that it must be hard for John to talk of this. "Then I got picked to go to the New World. I told Mary that I will return to her. But when I got here I met your daughter. I completely forgot about Mary because I love Pocahontas so very much. But then we were talking about our pasts a few months ago and I remembered about Mary. I decided to write her a letter of apology. And i told her about what happened to me. And about Pocahontas. And I guess that Mary decided to visit me, and to see how I'm doing," John finished. Powhatan shook his head. "Alright. We'll help Mary get settled in," said Powhatan, "This must be hard for both of you. I understand how you feel." Then John left.