Chapter 2: Captured

Early one morning, Pocahontas decided to take a walk down the riverbank. Today, she would go farther and farther into the forest in search for some new discoveries. She figured it was time to stop moping around and to enjoy the wonders around her again, just like John would want her to. It may be hard, but she wasn't going to let her emotions get the best of her. She continued onward with her three companions at her side.

Meanwhile elsewhere, the two mysterious rogues treaded slowly through every thicket, tree, and stump in search of the lovely Indian maiden who helped John Smith.

The bald-headed man finally complained, "We'll never find the maiden here, this blasted forest is too big and my feet are on fire."

The other man had just about enough of his partner's constant whining and whispered violently, "Listen here you, the only way of finding that gold is if we find this maiden. The gold will be as good as ours. Until then, we don't leave this forest." The bald-headed man had stopped complaining; but once more he asked his comrade.

"How are we ever going to catch her?" He asked confusingly.

"It's really quite simple, all you have to do is sneak up on her quietly, grab and hold her, while I tie her up with these unique ropes I bought from the London shop. And if she has any animal friends with her, this bag will do the trick." In his right hand he held out a rusty floppy grayish bag." The two gave each other sly grins and fled through the tall trees.

"Bet you can't find me!" Pocahontas called out cheerfully to her friends from somewhere within the sunflower field. Because of the beautiful weather, they decided to play a little game of "hide and seek."

The three animals tried to follow where her voice lead to, unaware of a rustling in the bushes close by. Percy stopped running as soon as he caught the scent of what he might have suspected to be some unwelcome visitors nearby. His low growling brought up the attention of both Flit and Meeko. What could he possibly be growling at now? Usually he wouldn't growl unless he got his own way. Well, that's how he can be sometimes, but he wasn't all bad. Especially when he witnessed the scene in where Pocahontas and John Smith tried to say goodbye one last time on the day he was accused of killing Kocoum. In some way, it tugged at his little doggie heart to see them like that. (Authors note: alright enough of the flashbacks; back to the story.)

Before Percy could take a closer look, the three companions stared up in horror as something big and round covered them in darkness.

Pocahontas, believing her friends were still playing crept through the wilted sunflowers doing her best to find a safe hiding spot. This sure was a pretty large flower field; larger than the ones back at the village. Everywhere she turned, there seemed to be no opening. Turning her head once more, she could see one open path up ahead. Maybe her friends can find her that way. It may be time for them to start playing a different game before one of them became lost by wandering too far out.

Finally she made her way out of the field. Heaving a sigh of relief, she decided to let her friends know where she was. Before she could turn right, something big and strong grabbed her by the mouth and hands. It was the bald rogue. She tried to scream and free herself as he dragged her back into the flower field where his other comrade awaited, but couldn't. There, he folded his arms across his chest with a rope in hand. Pocahontas was stunned to find two white men on her people's land. Deep in her heart, they were nothing compared to the other settlers. Something about them didn't seem trustworthy.

"Well hello there….Pocahontas," he sneered while she was still being held.

Pocahontas was shocked. How did this man know her name?

"We know all about your little relationship with John Smith. But don't worry, he's alive as well; we never needed his help in the first place," in his pocket, he took out a huge white cloth.

"You on the other hand," he continued, "…are going to lead us to the gold."

Gold! Pocahontas thought. Is that what this is about? They should know better than to step foot on someone's land looking for something that was never here in the first place. Before he could gag her, the Indian princess kicked him square in the chest which caused him to drop the gag cringing. Ignoring the pain, he swiped the cloth back up and seized both her legs tying them. The bald man released his hand from her mouth for his partner to gag the princess. Then she was held securely with her arms behind her back while the other kidnapper finished his tying up mode.

"Alright let's get her back to the camp," then he whispered with a sly grin, "…after that, we'll talk more on the way."

The bald man heaved her up over his shoulder and disappeared with his partner behind the flower field.

As they carried her off, Pocahontas' mind filled with anxiety and fear. How would she ever get herself out of this one? Her friends still can't find her and her father doesn't know about this. Any moment now, they'll be wondering where she ran off to this time. Could be that Powhatan might send some warriors out to find her. Normally she didn't like to have them following her all the time, knowing she can look out for herself. But now she wished they were out here now ready to rescue her from these two. Even if she told them there was no gold, would they let her go or would they plan something even worse for her people? She couldn't bear the thought of what could happen to them next as tears already formed in her eyes. Her only hope now was her friends and the warriors.