It took the Brits an hour and a half before they were fully ready to retreat. Pocahontas trembled on her feet as her hands were tied to her back. She was escorted out by three men, of which one held a knife against her throat, making it hard to breathe. She felt limb as she walked into the daylight. She closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh air, which she had longed for all night. The men didn't allow her much freedom and pushed her on. She had to sit down in the last boat.
"Don't you dare to move!" The man with the knife hissed. "Otherwise this nice blade will slice right through your little neck!" Pocahontas tried to move as far from the knife as possible, which wasn't an awful lot. Terrified she fixated her eyes on the woods, a silvery tear falling from her eye. She could hear her people. Somewhere beyond those trees, Priya was calling for her mother, who would never come home.
A young man who was in the same boat as the prisoner, observed her as much as he could. Michael felt sorry for her, ever since he had seen her in the cell the other night. Such a beautiful creature… He had heard about Pimmly's plans, and if they would succeed, the woman would certainly die from misery. He started rowing together with another man. It was quite a way back to the mother ship. He hoped that everything would be alright. Suddenly though, an arrow flew right by him and penetrated one of his fellow ship mates. Michael yelled and jumped to the other side of the boat. Their leading man was also frightened but ordered his row men back to their places.
"Look!"
On the shore, Pocahontas' people gathered. Pocahontas dared to turn her head towards them slowly, as the men were preoccupied with their own emotions. She saw how the warriors prepared their bows and lifted them high into the sky. She knew that none of them would ever wound her.
Arrows were launched on the boat. The terrified men shouted and tried to dodge them, making the boat sway on the water. The man who held the knife against Pocahontas' neck fell over, his knife sliced through the upper skin, but Pocahontas didn't notice. She stood to her feet immediately. Before any of the boat men could react, she dived into the water.
Underwater, she couldn't hear the angry and panicking shouts from above. The water was peaceful; it had always been her favourite element. It was cold and refreshing and furthermore, her only way to escape. This was her only chance. She felt the air in her lungs get heavier and she needed to surface. She had tried to swim as far from the boat as possible, and had managed to make the gap between her and the boat 5 meters at least. She surfaced; her hair fell back on the water as she reached high into the air and inhaled the oxygen. During the time she did that, she heard a shout and suddenly a loud bang. A raving pain entered her body just underneath the shoulder blade. It made her stop inhaling the air and instead she screamed out all the air she had just sucked into her lungs. It made all the air disappear as it seemed and she sank back in the water, not diving instantly as there was no air and the pain was too intense. It took a hold of all her brain functions. Her face carried a painful grimace and as she looked down she saw how the water had turned red. Coloured with her own blood. Her body seemed paralysed as her sense came back to her slowly. She couldn't move as the pain still influenced each muscle and nerve. Shock made place of her sense as she realised she wasn't able to swim. The water closed in above her, leaving her in a silent scream of fear.
Someone jumped into the water next to her and grabbed her waist, taking her back to the surface. The sense and feeling of someone grabbing her brought back her own power and she tried to swim again. Together with the person that held her she reached the surface and inhaled air quickly; it had been a close call. She coughed and clinched onto the man. He held her firmly, but not aggressively. She trembled as the pain was still heavy. She looked at his face; it was the same young man she had seen at her cell. She stared into his eyes and he in hers for a moment that seemed to last forever, when a voice called them both back to reality.
"Kenton, quit slacking and bring her back!"
Pocahontas looked at him sadly.
"Kenton…" She whispered. "Michael," he answered back in a bare whisper, so silent that she could hardly hear it. A faint smile appeared on her face. "Pocahontas," she whispered. "I'm sorry," he added, "I have to take you back." Pocahontas nodded slowly. "It's alright. I understand. Ouch!" She gasped for breath. Her wound was still bleeding fiercely. She grimaced in pain and started to lose consciousness.
"Pocahontas?"
She could see Michael, but he was all blurry. She hardly noticed how he rapidly took her back to the boat and how she was pulled in it quickly. She saw blurred faces above her and then everything turned black…
That's what they call a cliffhanger ;)
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