The sun was bright as Pocahontas stepped out of the small cabbin that she normally shared with her beloved husband. Starting her day with out him was harder than the native had expected, and she found herself becoming more and more heart broken over his absence. Sighing, Pocahontas packed a small picnic lunch to take to Nakoma, who agreed to meet her at the village.
"Wingapo Pocahontas, how are you?" Nakoma asked as she helped her friend with the food, "I'm well, I miss John so much." "He's fine Pocahontas. He'll be back in four days, it's only been three you know." "I know, it's just, I always wonder what's he's doing, if he's well, what..." Nakoma hushed her friend by placing her hand on her mouth, "Love makes people do strange things."
The woman smiled as Nakoma removed her hand and the two friends began eating lunch. "So," Pocahontas began after she swallowed a mouth full of food, "how are things going with you and Komo?" "Who?" Nakoma questioned, a pretend look of innocence on her face; "You know, the man that has asked to court you, how is seeing him going?" "It's going," Nakoma chuckled, "he's always acting odd, going off by himself, I just wonder where he goes?" "Well, he seemed very quiet, but he is your traditional tribe's man, he knows our ways like the back of his hand." "Yes, you met him, haven't you?" Pocahontas smiled, "Yes Nakoma, a few times."
The two girls went on and chatted about Pocahontas and her pregnancy, and how she would tell John the news. As the day wore on, Pocahontas found herself helping Nakoma with her chores and for once, she began to feel like she belonged again in her village. As the sun set, Nakoma walked with Pocahontas back towards Jamestown. "I'll see you tomorrow, I'll come by to help you start making that dress," Nakoma said as Pocahontas thanked her and went inside.
She made a small fire and a cup of tea and sat by the warm glow of the flame, leaning back and sighing deeply. Setting the empty cup down, Pocahontas allowed the tiredness to overtake her and she fell asleep.
What felt like seconds was in all actual a couple hours as Pocahontas slowly sat up, wondering what woke her up. Straining to see in the darkness, the native woman heard once again what had awakened her. Three knocks on the door, standing up, the young woman went over to the wooden door. "Who's there?" Her soft voice inquired;
"I have a message from the governor. It is urgent. Open the door." 'A message?' 'Like what?' These were the thoughts that were running through Pocahontas's mind as she slowly opened the door. Raising her head, the woman gasped as the ex-governor of Jamestown stood on her doorstep, John Ratcliffe.
"Wingapo Pocahontas, how are you?" Nakoma asked as she helped her friend with the food, "I'm well, I miss John so much." "He's fine Pocahontas. He'll be back in four days, it's only been three you know." "I know, it's just, I always wonder what's he's doing, if he's well, what..." Nakoma hushed her friend by placing her hand on her mouth, "Love makes people do strange things."
The woman smiled as Nakoma removed her hand and the two friends began eating lunch. "So," Pocahontas began after she swallowed a mouth full of food, "how are things going with you and Komo?" "Who?" Nakoma questioned, a pretend look of innocence on her face; "You know, the man that has asked to court you, how is seeing him going?" "It's going," Nakoma chuckled, "he's always acting odd, going off by himself, I just wonder where he goes?" "Well, he seemed very quiet, but he is your traditional tribe's man, he knows our ways like the back of his hand." "Yes, you met him, haven't you?" Pocahontas smiled, "Yes Nakoma, a few times."
The two girls went on and chatted about Pocahontas and her pregnancy, and how she would tell John the news. As the day wore on, Pocahontas found herself helping Nakoma with her chores and for once, she began to feel like she belonged again in her village. As the sun set, Nakoma walked with Pocahontas back towards Jamestown. "I'll see you tomorrow, I'll come by to help you start making that dress," Nakoma said as Pocahontas thanked her and went inside.
She made a small fire and a cup of tea and sat by the warm glow of the flame, leaning back and sighing deeply. Setting the empty cup down, Pocahontas allowed the tiredness to overtake her and she fell asleep.
What felt like seconds was in all actual a couple hours as Pocahontas slowly sat up, wondering what woke her up. Straining to see in the darkness, the native woman heard once again what had awakened her. Three knocks on the door, standing up, the young woman went over to the wooden door. "Who's there?" Her soft voice inquired;
"I have a message from the governor. It is urgent. Open the door." 'A message?' 'Like what?' These were the thoughts that were running through Pocahontas's mind as she slowly opened the door. Raising her head, the woman gasped as the ex-governor of Jamestown stood on her doorstep, John Ratcliffe.