A/N Sorry for the really late update; I just started school, and this past week has been a bit…hectic. No excuse, but whatever. I don't own Pocahontas.

Book of the update: The Demigod Diaries by Rick Riordan

Chapter 10

"Pull that rope there!"

"Come on! Come on!"

"Watch out!"

I scream and hold tight to the mast as the ship rocks, sending wave after wave of water onto the deck and into the ship itself. I can hear the men below decks yelling that she is taking in more water; it is getting harder for them to pump it all out.

I see Thomas trying to secure the canons when the ropes begin to snap. He holds it in place with his own strength for a moment. "John! Get down here! The cannons are breaking loose!"

John Smith swings down a rope and lands on deck, yelling "Steady on the course! It's all right, Thomas. We'll get 'er tied off."

"Say your prayers men!" I hear someone call from below the deck.

Trying to keep my balance, I stagger over to the stairwell. "How's it going down there?"

"She's filling up pretty fast! If the wind keeps blowing like this, we won't have long at all before she sinks!"

Worriedly, I try in vain to walk over to John Smith to relay this information when a humongous wave overtakes us, crashing over the whole deck, taking cannon, some wood, John and Thomas to the opposite side of the ship. John grabs a stray rope and hangs from it, but I feel my heart stop when Thomas is washed overboard, yelling for help as he falls.

"Thomas!" I yell, making my way over as fast as I can.

"MAN OVERBOARD!" I hear in the distance. John Smith yells to some sailor: "Pull the pin!"

"Aye sir!" the sails go flying loose and John runs to the side of the ship, diving over with only the rope tied around himself to keep him from being lost forever.

"Smith! Are you crazy?!" a man yells into the waves.

The rain blurs my vision, and for a few heart-stopping moments, there is no sound of voices or any other sign to show that Thomas and John are alive.

"The rope! Come on men, put your back into it!" a wet mass flops onto the deck, holding tightly to another. Thomas and John.

"Well, that was refreshing." Smith says wittily.

"Well done, Smith."

"Course. You'd all do the same for me." He smiles as the men begin saying how they would and they're so loyal. I just roll my eyes, watching Thomas shakily stand up.

The fat man in purple is suddenly standing right behind us. "Trouble on deck?"

"Governor Radcliffe. Thomas fell overboard, sir."

"Thank heavens he's been successfully retrieved. Well done, Smith."

"Thank you, sir."

Radcliffe crosses over the deck, and begins some speech about not giving up hope and the New World and some other stuff that I didn't really hear.

"This New World's gonna be great, Ari." Thomas tells me as we tie up the cannons again. "I'm gonna get me a pile of gold, build a big house and if any Indian tries to stop me, I'll blast 'im."

John Smith over hears. "You just worry about that fortune of yours, Thomas. I'll deal with the Indians."

"You think they'll give us much trouble, Smith?" I ask.

"Not as much trouble as Smith'll give them." A man replies, putting a feather in a mop and dancing around like and Indian. The whole crew soon starts singing some song about savages.

I follow John and Thomas to the crow's nest for our watch. We have to have three of us in case we fall asleep…or fall out.

"What do you think the New World will be like, John?" Thomas asks.

"Like all the others, I suppose. I've seen hundreds of New Worlds, boys. What could possibly be different about this one?"

"This one….this one's freedom." I say, leaning on the rail and staring at the dark horizon.

A/N I was actually watching the movie when I wrote this, so the words should be right. Next chapter will be longer, I promise. This was just the part on the ship with Ari added in.