Chapter 7: Smith has returned

Still in the deep forest

"Leave her alone!" That voice; could it be? Pocahontas opened her eyes and gazed to see a familiar figure holding back Chris's wrist. She felt the emptiness inside her heart fill with the same happiness she thought that would never be felt again. It was almost hard for her to believe that he was really standing there. She blinked her eyes repeatedly to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. No, he really was there; John Smith was there still. A small smile crossed her lips.

"John?" she cried surprisingly without taking her eyes off him.

"Miss me?" John asked whilst still holding on firmly to Chris.

"Don't just stand there you ninnies; help me out here!" Chris ordered the other crew as they stood watching in surprise. Even they couldn't believe that the famous John Smith they often heard in town was here right now, ready to stop them from his beloved Pocahontas. As they were rushing to help, John roughly shoved Chris over to them in which it caused each one of them to fall backwards like falling logs. As the crew struggled to get on top of the other, John turned back to Pocahontas who was still tied up to the tree. Just as he was walking over to free her, Pocahontas' jaw dropped when she noticed Otis sneaking up behind with a big log in his hands.

"John, look out!" John turned around and ducked down as soon as he saw the log swing over him. He rolled his body under Otis's feet knocking him down. Sitting up, he drew out his sword and pointed the tip at his neck along with his right foot clamped down on his torso. Otis watched with a worried look as soon as he saw the anger in Smith's eyes.

"Now talk, what's going on here?" he demanded, still pointing the sword.

"It was all his idea; I never wanted anything to do with it in the first place!" Otis pointed an accusing finger at Chris who was now being tied up with the other men by Thomas. His jaw dropped from hearing him say this.

"Why you big balding idiot, you just gave away our secret!" Chris hollered, wanting to waddle over there and strangle his comrade.

"Secret, what secret?" John turned his gaze to Chris whom now clamped his mouth shut from having to mention his plot. "Tell me about this secret of yours."

"That is none of your…" before Chris could say business, Otis stupidly blurted it out mindlessly.

"We were going to use this savage to help us find the gold here after hearing all those rumors about you and your comrades not being able to find any! And after she tricked us, we were going to kill her!" Chris's face became red with fury.

"YOU IDIOT!" was all he could holler.

"So you've finally admitted what you were up to," said Thomas who was now finished with restraining the crew. "Well once we get back to England, I'm sure King James will want to have a talk with you now won't he!" He placed his hands on his hips and walked around them. "There is no gold. You came here for nothing but to take something that doesn't belong to any of you!"

"Alright Thomas, I think they've learned their lesson. Now let's…" Before John could finish, he didn't notice Otis being prepared to kick him. John fell on the ground clutching his stomach. Otis grabbed the handle of the sword, and went to Pocahontas to place the sharp blade under her chin.

"Move and the savage gets it!" he threatened.

Thomas went over to John after being kicked. John looked up at Pocahontas worriedly. She looked back at him with teary eyes. Why should it have to end with this? All she hoped was to see him again and now she was in danger of facing a slow and untimely death at the hands of a greedy hunter. John didn't know how to stop Otis from harming her in any way.

It seemed there was nothing he could do, until Otis yelled in pain from something behind. To John's surprise, it was Percy taking a bite out of his backside growling lowly. Next Meeko jumped on his head and started scratching at his face hysterically while Flit poked at his bald head. Otis dropped the sword and started cursing loudly from being poked, bitten, and scratched.

In a few minutes, Powhatan and the warriors broke through the under brushes from having to hear a familiar ruckus occurring somewhere. He gazed at the tied up men and a screaming Otis. He was right; it wasn't the same white men from before. Now John and his partner were here setting things right and saving his daughter. His eyes widened when he noticed Pocahontas still tied up to the tree.

"I should have known you were the ones responsible for my daughter's disappearance!" he shouted angrily. "If it is gold you seek, we have none!" The animal companions ceased what they were doing and hopped off to let the tribe take care of everything else. John picked the sword back up and pointed it at Otis.

"This land belongs to them. You should have thought twice before planning to tell a lie to our king and queen. Do you surrender or do we have to keep fighting?"

Otis stared at the tribe with their weapons in hand and over at his comrades. There was only one of him now and a whole bunch of savages surrounding him. And worst of all, it seemed like they would never find gold in this land. Heaving a heavy sigh, he hung his head down; all that traveling on a ship from London to Virginia was all for a field of golden corn. "I surrender."

The warriors kept their spears pointed at him to make sure he wouldn't be making any sudden moves as John Smith walked over to free Pocahontas.

Author's note: I have one more chapter to go. I know this didn't seem much of a long story but sometimes I can only think of so much and that's it. I hope you readers have been enjoying it though and I'd like to thank you for reviewing each chapter.