John was getting irritated. Hs journey to pick up the king was becoming a complete run around. One person told him something and another person had told him a completely different story. As a result, he now stood at the harbor of a new colony that would be called Boston, as he had been told. Here he was supposed to meet the man who would escort him to where the king was waiting.
Shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, John searched the harbor for any sign that he was in the right place. Seeing no one, he turned and scanned the other direction with the same purpose. Having no success, John gave a frustrated sigh, crossed his arms and looked out over the crystal blue sea. For a moment, he let himself bask in it's beauty. Some of the best years of his life were spent at sea. The thrills of adventures, exploring new lands, encountering new and dangerous things. Yes, it did suit him well. However, despite his days of adventures, nothing compared to what he had now. A loving wife, good friends, and a steady job. Never before had he imagined that all the simple things in life could be the most important.
John allowed his thought to drift to home for a short while. Home. How he missed it. It wasn't the house it's self that was on his mind, it was who waited for him there. He missed everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, the way she looked at him with adoration and love in her eyes. His life had changed forever when she had walked in to it.
He smiled as he remembered the time just a week before they had worked on dancing. Having been around it all of his life, John was a natural. Pocahontas, on the other hand, was a different story. She kept tripping over her own feet and would get to the point of such frustration, her face would turn red from trying to keep it inside so her husband wouldn't see it. John had. While calm and patient on the outside, inside he was laughing at how cute she looked, trying her best, yet still not having success. After about two hours of practiced, John had told her she had done very well, kissed the tip of her nose, and told her they would work some more on it before the dance. They had, and Pocahontas was finally getting the hang of it.
Someone calling his name interrupted John's thoughts. He turned and saw a man in his late 30's coming toward him, dressed in what looked like a very regal suit. "John Smith?" the man inquired. John nodded. "Yes that's me" he answered. "And you are?" The man offered his hand for a shake, to which John complied. "Forgive me." He said. "My name is George Benson. I am the man you are looking for. The king is not far from here. I have come to escort you there." His voiced had lowered to a whisper. "I trust your home is secure?" John nodded. "Very. It's just myself and my wife. No one else knows about it except us and the governor." Benson looked critically at him. "You're married?" he asked. "I thought you were one of the settlers that was sent to Jamestown three years ago." John nodded again. "Just recently. It will be four months next Thursday." Benson nodded in understanding and then told John to follow him. John did as told, but his thought of when he could return home to the woman he loved and hold her in his arms once again.
Pocahontas had to clasp her hand over her mouth to stifle the screams that were coming. Thinking quickly, she darted back inside and tried to slam the door shut. Ratcliffe was too quick for her. Before he could shut it, he wedged his large frame into the doorway and smiled viscously at her. Pocahontas could only think of one other way out. She spirited for the back door, only to be grabbed by the arm and slammed into a nearby wall. With a thud and a small groan, she sank to the floor in pain.
Before he even had a chance to catch her breath, she felt herself being pulled up roughly. She opened her eyes to see two men were holding her so she couldn't move. She gasped again when she saw that one of the men was Komo, Nakoma's beau. Movement caught her eye and she looked to see Ratcliffe writing what looked like a letter. Glancing up briefly, he saw her watching him. Once again, his villain smile returned. "Well, well, well," he said. "What do we have here? That no-good savage that Smith fell for." Pocahontas glared at him. "What are you doing here?" she demanded, her voice low. Ratcliffe laughed. "I'm here, my dear, because I want what is rightfully mine. Do you know what that is?" he asked. "Jamestown!" he bellowed, not waiting for an answer. "And it was because of your husband that I lost it!"
Pocahontas looked at him through narrowed eyes. "What do you mean he took what was rightfully yours? Jamestown belongs to the king of England, not you!" Ratcliffe glared at her again. "Of course it was! Until Smith got involved with you, he was just as malicious as me. If you hadn't softened him up, I would be ruling Jamestown myself!" His twisted logic meant nothing to her. She never believe that John was once just like Ratcliffe. She knew him too well, besides the fact the John had told her of how Ratcliffe loved to twist the truth to make other people believe him. She looked up to find one of the men coming at her with a gag. "What are you doi-!" her words muffled by the gag. Ratcliffe had been hanging the letter on the door when he heard her. "I'm doing the same thing Smith did to me three long years ago. He took what was most precious to me, so I'm just returning the favor. The evil smile spread across his lips once more. Before Pocahontas could reply, she felt a sharp impact on the left side of her head. Before everything went black, she thought of John and sent a silent prayer above for a miracle.
Nakoma quickened her pace as she made her way to the Smith home. After Pocahontas had left, Nakoma had gone to search for Komo, but he was no where to be found. Shrugging it off, Nakoma decided she would go and visit with her friend some more. Since Pocahontas had married, the two didn't spend as much time together as they used to and both decided that they needed to keep the "girl talk" going.
When the house came into view, Nakoma began to grow more excited. As she got closer however, she noticed something was wrong. The door was wide opened, but no one seemed to be around. Nakoma cautiously stepped into the house and called her friend's name. When no one answered, she looked around and saw a note nailed to the door. When she looked closer, she noticed it was written in English. Becoming frustrated, the native looked around for someone who could read.
After scanning the surrounding area, Nakoma noticed Thomas standing a short distance away. Not waiting another second, she ran towards him. "Thomas!" she called. Thomas turned and saw her. "Hey Nakoma!" he said. "What's going on?" Nakoma stopped in front of him. "I'm not sure. I just came from John and Pocahontas's cabbin. The door was wide open, no one was there, and this was nailed to the door" She thrust the paper into Thomas's hand. Thomas took the paper from Nakoma and read it. When he saw what it contained, his eyes got large. "Oh, Lord, no" he muttered. Nakoma looked at him frantically. "What is it Thomas?" she pried. Thomas looked at her. "Nakoma, did Pocahontas happen to say how much longer it would be before John returns?" Nakoma shrugged. "I think about another three days. Why?" Thomas looked panicked. "This is a ransom note, Nakoma. Pocahontas has been kidnapped."