Pocahontas rowed her canoe towards the winding path that flowed to the heart of the forest, where a secluded glade stood.

The rest of her animal friends gathered around as she climbed out of her canoe and sat on a root as a voice asked. "Is that my Pocahontas?"

"Grandmother Willow, I need to talk to you." called Pocahontas.

The bark on the ancient tree began to change shape, revealing the face of an old woman.

"Good morning, child." smiled Grandmother Willow. "I was hoping you'd visit today."

Then, she gasped at what she saw. "Why, your mother's necklace!"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." said Pocahontas. "My father wants me to marry Kocoum."

"Kocoum?" said Grandmother Willow. "But he's so serious."

"I know." agreed Pocahontas. "My father thinks it's the right path for me. But lately I've been having this dream and I think it's..."

"Oh, a dream!" interrupted Grandmother Willow. "Let's hear all about it!"

All at once, the animals started to chatter with excitement.

"Quiet!" demanded Grandmother Willow "QUIET!"

The animals did as they were told, except for a little frog, who let out a ribbit, then gulped upon seeing Grandmother Willow's cold stare and his under a lilypad.

"Now, then," said Grandmother Willow. "You were saying."

"Well," began Pocahontas. "I'm running through the woods and then right there in front of me is an arrow. As I look at it, it starts to spin."

"A spinning arrow? How unusual."

"Yes! It spins faster and faster and faster until suddenly it stops."

"Hmm." pondered Grandmother Willow. "Well, seems to me this spinning arrow is pointing you down your path."

"But, Grandmother Willow, what is my path?" asked Pocahontas. "How am I ever going to find it?"

Grandmother Willow chuckled. "Your mother asked me the very same question."

"She did? What did you tell her?" asked Pocahontas.

"I told her to listen." replied Grandmother Willow. "All around you are spirits, my dear. They live in the earth, the water, the sky. If you listen, they will guide you."

WIND SPIRITS:
Ay ay ay na ay ay na

"I hear the wind." said Pocahontas.

"Yes. What is it telling you?" asked Grandmother Willow.

"I don't understand."

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW:
Que que na-to-ra
You will understand
Listen with your heart
You will understand
Let it break upon you
Like a wave upon the sand

"It's saying something's coming!" Pocahontas said finally. "Strange clouds?"

GRANDMOTHER WILLOW:
Listen with your heart
You will understand

WIND SPIRITS:
You will understand

Pocahontas climbed to the top, while Meeko, Flit, and the rest of the animals scurried back down, while Grandmother Willow asked. "What do you see?"

"Clouds!" answered Pocahontas. "Strange clouds."

Little did she realize the clouds were actually sails of the Susan Constant, where inside his cabin, Ratcliffe marveled at the forest that lined the coast.

"Look at it, my friends." he said. "An entire New World chock full of gold, just waiting for me."

"And scores of adventures waiting for us, right, Percy?" asked Wiggins as he groomed Percy.

"You don't think we'll meet some savages, do you, Governor?" asked Lucy as she bussed Ratcliffe's dish.

"If we do, Lucille," replied Ratcliffe. "We should be sure to give them a proper English greeting."

"Oh, gift baskets!" suggested Wiggins as he held up a few of them.

Ratcliffe rolled his eyes, saying to himself. "And he came so highly recommended."

As he sat on his disk, looking at a map of the New World, John hurried inside his cabin.

"It's perfect, Governor." he said. "The water's deep enough. We can pull right up to shore.

"Hey there, Percy." he greeted, mussing up the pug's fur, much to his displeasure.

"Well, don't just stand here." said Lucy. "Get out there and tell them!"

"Just did, Lucy." replied John. "I've got a crew assembled and they're ready to go."

"Now, about the natives." reminded Ratcliffe. "I'm counting on you to make sure those filthy heathens don't disrupt our mission."

"Well, if they're anything like the savages I've fought before, it's nothing I can't handle." said John.

"Well, that's reassuring." Lucy said sarcastically as she poured some wine for Ratcliffe, who said. "Quite. That'll be all, Smith, there's a good man."

"See ya, Percy." said John, mussing his fur again before he hurried out of the cabin.

Once the door was closed, Ratcliffe asked. "The crew like Smith, don't they?"

"Well, he is good-looking." said Lucy as she fixed up Percy's fur. "I'll give him credit for that."

"I've never been a popular man." said Ratcliffe.

"I like you." commented Wiggins, who helped his boss with his belt, cape, and hat...with Lucy's help, of course.

"And don't think I don't know what those backstabbers at court say about me."

"You mean all that talk about you being a pathetic social climber who's failed at everything he's..."

Before Lucy could say any more, Ratcliffe cut her off, saying. "I'm very well aware that this is my last chance for glory! But, mark my words. When King James see the gold these peasants unearth, success will be mine at last."