The morning had finally came. The day in the village had started. Pocahontas thought this will be the best moment to talk to her father. She met him near his Long House.
"Father, I need to speak with you." She began.
"Of course, my daughter. I see that you are doing better today."
"A bit, thank you, father."
"Then, what do you want to talk about?"
She took a deep breath. Now, swim or drawn.
"Father, I'm pregnant. It's John Smith's baby…"
The face of the old chief had changed. A smile across his face turned into an angry frown.
"You gave yourself to him?"
"Father, I love him. We hoped to live together, and we would, if not this accident with Ratcliffe."
"You know that you cannot live in the village anymore? The rule is the rule, even for you. If you got pregnant with an Englishman, you have to live with the pale ones."
"What if they won't accept me?"
"Then, you are on your own. I'm sorry, Pocahontas. In this case I cannot make an exception, even for you."
She sighed heavily. So, her father excludes her from the tribe? Only because she loves someone, who doesn't belong to her people?
"But, father, you accepted John Smith as your brother! By this he became one of us!"
"He's not here, if he would be ever back, I would consider letting him to live with us, yet under few conditions. He saved my life, and I will be grateful for this for the rest of my days, but he still belongs with his men."
"I see. Then, if the people from Jamestown, would accept me… can I come just for a while to see you?"
"Time will tell. As for now, I have to ask you to pack your belongings, and leave the village." She could see how hard it was for her father to order her this, but he had to follow his own rules, and she had to accept this. Sadly she went back to her wigwam, and began to pack her stuff. As she was almost done, her best friend, Nakoma, joined her.
"I've heard what happened. What are you going to do now?"
"I'm going to London, of course! I will find John Smith."
"And what? You'll tell him hello, John Smith. I came here to tell you that I'm with your child. Please accept me, or something same crazy? He won't believe you. It passed long enough since he left that you could find a husband and get pregnant with him, not with John Smith. Have you thought of this? He's from the pale ones, and they don't trust us."
"John is different. I know it."
"Mhm, sure you do." Replied the friend with big dose of sarcasm. "After only half a year, you know this man well enough to be sure that he will believe that it's his child? Maybe if he'd be here, but in his world I'm pretty positive that he even haven't told anyone that he met you. How his people use to call us? Savages?"
"Not John Smith. I'm going to see him, not anyone else. Nakoma, please, this is our good-bye, for Ahone only knows how long. Let's stop this arguing."
"You're right. I'm sorry." They talked a little longer, and Pocahontas left her home, to try a new start, among English people.