Chapter 5
"John, how did you come back?" Pocahontas asked as she reluctantly pulled away from his warm lips.
"The wound had healed faster than everyone including me had expected, but I wasn't able to get a ship back until 5 months ago."
"Why so long?" Pocahontas said as he stole another kiss from his love and John forced himself to concentrate long enough to reply, "there's a war in Spain."
"Spain?"
"Yes, my country and the country of Spain are fighting," John explained as he shifted to sit closer beside her and Pocahontas frowned, wondering why John's people would do that.
"Why?"
John sighed, "political things Pocahontas, please let us not talk of war, when I've come for peace."
"How are the men that sailed with you on your first voyage?"
"Ben was killed in the war, Thomas is here with me, he wants to live here now," John said as the couple got up and began walking hand in hand.
"I know someone who'd like to see you," Pocahontas said as they walked back towards her village.
"Father??"
"My daughter," Powhatan said when they had arrived at his village.
"Chief Powhatan," John greeted the old chief.
"I hope you are well my brother," Powhatan replied.
"Yes, I am," John retorted, glancing at Pocahontas and smiled at her. Powhatan invited him into his hut, asking Pocahontas to fetch food and water.
"I will be a few minutes," she replied and walked out of the longhouse.
"I can't believe we saw Cocoum!"
"No we didn't, we saw a ghost."
"Reko, he was real I promise you!"
"Mama says that you shouldn't tell stories like that," the child retorted as Pocahontas passed.
"Horan, you saw him, you saw Cocoum right in front of you."
Pocahontas halted in her footsteps, did she hear correctly? The two children looked at each other but remained silent not wanting to tell Cocoum's secret.
"Horan, Reko??" Pocahontas inquired, inching closer to the two children.
"Yes princess Pocahontas?" Horan said, gazing at her.
"What do you mean you saw the ghost of Cocoum?"
"We were playing a game of chase and we saw--"
"Horan we didn't see anything," Reko interjected as she yanked on her friend's arm.
"Where did you see this ghost?" Pocahontas inquired.
"The edge of our village princess," Horan said, warning a slight kick from Reko.
"I'm telling mama," Reko started to whine, "You are scaring me."
Pocahontas knelt down in front of the little girl, "hush now Reko, it's alright, do not be scared."
Her soft words comforted the child and she hugged her before releasing her.
Realizing that she had forgotten the water she darted into the forest. Walking quickly, she screamed as the basket full of water was thrown from her hands and a body fell on top of her. She struggled, "stop it whore!"
Pocahontas froze, "Cocoum, it, you, can, you, can not be!"
She struggled fiercely as he pinned her arms behind her, "it was hard for the village to loose me." He spat at her, "but, you."
Perhaps it was her strong will, perhaps it was pure adrenaline but Pocahontas managed to punch Cocoum with all her strength. His head snapped back, forcing his body to slide off somewhat.
"I will teach you some respect, once you are my wife the village will accept me once more," Cocoum growled and Pocahontas felt he was suffocating her.
Just when she thought all was lost she spied a figure standing above Cocoum's head holding a fallen branch, the figure's face terrible to see. Pocahontas breathed as sigh of relief when the figure brought the branch up and brought it down upon Cocoum's head. Cocoum slumped into unconsciousness and Pocahontas scrambled out from under him looking at Nakoma who was staring furiously at Cocoum's prone form.
"Nakoma I." Pocahontas felt horrible for her friend sported a betrayed expression.
"Just go Pocahontas, leave him with me," Nakoma said not looking at her best friend.
"I'm sorry," Pocahontas tried to apologize, she wasn't sure what for but Nakoma wouldn't hear any of it as she pointed back to village.
"Go!"
Pocahontas's feet pounded the earth, not once did she look back as she ran through the forest. The pot of water lay forgotten on the ground as she ran towards her village.
"John!!!!!" Pocahontas shouted as she neared her father's hut.
John, who had just asked Powhatan for his blessing in asking Pocahontas to marry him, smiled at the chief and got to his feet. Pocahontas, throwing aside the leather flap of Powhatan's hut burst through the door. She leaned against the pool, trying to catch her breath before asking, "why?"
Fore a moment, Powhatan and John stood, dumbfounded, "my daughter, what is it?" Pocahontas glanced up, refusing to meet the captain's eyes, "why did he lie to me?"
"Lie to you?" John repeated in a daze and Pocahontas glanced furiously at him.
"Yes John, why did you not tell me he was alive all this time?"
There was a moment of silence as the realization of what his beloved was asking him sank in, "Pocahontas please, I didn't know until I had gone to England."
"That's not an answer John," Pocahontas said, anger making her voice rise.
"I promise to you I didn't know, I was going to tell you but he made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone about him not being dead."
"About who not being dead?" Powhatan inquired, his eyebrow raised.
"Father, Cocoum did not die in the glade that night, he's." she stopped as the situation hit her full force, "Cocoum's alive."
"John, how did you come back?" Pocahontas asked as she reluctantly pulled away from his warm lips.
"The wound had healed faster than everyone including me had expected, but I wasn't able to get a ship back until 5 months ago."
"Why so long?" Pocahontas said as he stole another kiss from his love and John forced himself to concentrate long enough to reply, "there's a war in Spain."
"Spain?"
"Yes, my country and the country of Spain are fighting," John explained as he shifted to sit closer beside her and Pocahontas frowned, wondering why John's people would do that.
"Why?"
John sighed, "political things Pocahontas, please let us not talk of war, when I've come for peace."
"How are the men that sailed with you on your first voyage?"
"Ben was killed in the war, Thomas is here with me, he wants to live here now," John said as the couple got up and began walking hand in hand.
"I know someone who'd like to see you," Pocahontas said as they walked back towards her village.
"Father??"
"My daughter," Powhatan said when they had arrived at his village.
"Chief Powhatan," John greeted the old chief.
"I hope you are well my brother," Powhatan replied.
"Yes, I am," John retorted, glancing at Pocahontas and smiled at her. Powhatan invited him into his hut, asking Pocahontas to fetch food and water.
"I will be a few minutes," she replied and walked out of the longhouse.
"I can't believe we saw Cocoum!"
"No we didn't, we saw a ghost."
"Reko, he was real I promise you!"
"Mama says that you shouldn't tell stories like that," the child retorted as Pocahontas passed.
"Horan, you saw him, you saw Cocoum right in front of you."
Pocahontas halted in her footsteps, did she hear correctly? The two children looked at each other but remained silent not wanting to tell Cocoum's secret.
"Horan, Reko??" Pocahontas inquired, inching closer to the two children.
"Yes princess Pocahontas?" Horan said, gazing at her.
"What do you mean you saw the ghost of Cocoum?"
"We were playing a game of chase and we saw--"
"Horan we didn't see anything," Reko interjected as she yanked on her friend's arm.
"Where did you see this ghost?" Pocahontas inquired.
"The edge of our village princess," Horan said, warning a slight kick from Reko.
"I'm telling mama," Reko started to whine, "You are scaring me."
Pocahontas knelt down in front of the little girl, "hush now Reko, it's alright, do not be scared."
Her soft words comforted the child and she hugged her before releasing her.
Realizing that she had forgotten the water she darted into the forest. Walking quickly, she screamed as the basket full of water was thrown from her hands and a body fell on top of her. She struggled, "stop it whore!"
Pocahontas froze, "Cocoum, it, you, can, you, can not be!"
She struggled fiercely as he pinned her arms behind her, "it was hard for the village to loose me." He spat at her, "but, you."
Perhaps it was her strong will, perhaps it was pure adrenaline but Pocahontas managed to punch Cocoum with all her strength. His head snapped back, forcing his body to slide off somewhat.
"I will teach you some respect, once you are my wife the village will accept me once more," Cocoum growled and Pocahontas felt he was suffocating her.
Just when she thought all was lost she spied a figure standing above Cocoum's head holding a fallen branch, the figure's face terrible to see. Pocahontas breathed as sigh of relief when the figure brought the branch up and brought it down upon Cocoum's head. Cocoum slumped into unconsciousness and Pocahontas scrambled out from under him looking at Nakoma who was staring furiously at Cocoum's prone form.
"Nakoma I." Pocahontas felt horrible for her friend sported a betrayed expression.
"Just go Pocahontas, leave him with me," Nakoma said not looking at her best friend.
"I'm sorry," Pocahontas tried to apologize, she wasn't sure what for but Nakoma wouldn't hear any of it as she pointed back to village.
"Go!"
Pocahontas's feet pounded the earth, not once did she look back as she ran through the forest. The pot of water lay forgotten on the ground as she ran towards her village.
"John!!!!!" Pocahontas shouted as she neared her father's hut.
John, who had just asked Powhatan for his blessing in asking Pocahontas to marry him, smiled at the chief and got to his feet. Pocahontas, throwing aside the leather flap of Powhatan's hut burst through the door. She leaned against the pool, trying to catch her breath before asking, "why?"
Fore a moment, Powhatan and John stood, dumbfounded, "my daughter, what is it?" Pocahontas glanced up, refusing to meet the captain's eyes, "why did he lie to me?"
"Lie to you?" John repeated in a daze and Pocahontas glanced furiously at him.
"Yes John, why did you not tell me he was alive all this time?"
There was a moment of silence as the realization of what his beloved was asking him sank in, "Pocahontas please, I didn't know until I had gone to England."
"That's not an answer John," Pocahontas said, anger making her voice rise.
"I promise to you I didn't know, I was going to tell you but he made me promise that I wouldn't tell anyone about him not being dead."
"About who not being dead?" Powhatan inquired, his eyebrow raised.
"Father, Cocoum did not die in the glade that night, he's." she stopped as the situation hit her full force, "Cocoum's alive."