Chapter 12:
It wasn't until William got outside the village that he had finally stopped
running. Sitting down on a rock, he placed his hands on his forehead and
comtimplated where to go next. As he heard Thomas and Nakoma's voices not
far off, he quickly stood and dashed off in the forest.
For he knew exactly where to go.
******
"Shshsh, I think I hear something," Thomas said as they walked. However,
when they stopped they didn't hear anything.
"I think your mind is playing tricks on you," Nakoma commented as they
walked.
"You know," Thomas said, glancing at the ground, "Pocahontas is really
lucky to have a friend like you."
For a few seconds, they walked on in silance until Nakoma broke it, "I'm
honored that you think so."
Every now and again, Thomas and Nakoma stopped and tried listening for
footsteps, voices, anything that might indocate where William had gone but
none seemed to exist. There was tention in the air, a feeling that
something major was going, or just about to happen. The two people could
feel it, they were about to stumble upon something big, something
spectacular, something to say the least, unexpected.
******
Here he was, again, taking off his dark haired wig that he had worn since
his arrival in JamesTown, although before it was his helmit and began
splashing water onto his face. He knelt, waiting for the transparent
figure of her to jump through the waterfall behind him, but none came. It
was like he was waiting for history to repeat itself again; saddly he knew
that it wouldn't. Disheartened, Captain John Smith stood, allowing the
wind to wind its way through his hair, like her fingers had once done. He
breathed the soft Spring breeze like he had breathed the scent of her
ravenlike hair all those years ago. He carefully walked across the rocks
that seemed to know every faset of his life.
'Every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.'
John thought as he reached the other side of the river. Sitting down on
the bank, he allowed the water to flow over his boots.
'They'll dry in the sun.'
He thought as he gazed in the river, one hand propping up his chin.
"I thought it was you."
A soft voice said behind John, startling him as he gasped, looking across
the river to the other bank where his wig ly. He turned slowly around,
meeting two pairs of eyes.
"Its me," he said quietly.
"John Smith?"
Nakoma questioned, shocked.
"Yes Nakoma, John Smith."
"Wh, why, whe, ho, how, wh," Thomas stuttered as he couldn't believe what
he was seeing. The young redhead blinked, but the man was right; it was
his friend.
"Hello Thomas," John said, "I'll explain everything on our way back to the
village. However before I do, I must insist that you don't say a word of
it to anyone. Not Powhatan, and especially no one at JamesTown."
"You have my word," Nakoma said.
"So do you," Thomas said as John walked back over the rocks to retrieve his
wig. Placing it on his head, he walked back over.
"Lets go then," John Smith said as the three of them headed back towards
Powhatan's village.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 12*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
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hope you all have enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think along
with ideas, thoughts, and suggestions!!!!!!!!
Bye all!!!!
It wasn't until William got outside the village that he had finally stopped
running. Sitting down on a rock, he placed his hands on his forehead and
comtimplated where to go next. As he heard Thomas and Nakoma's voices not
far off, he quickly stood and dashed off in the forest.
For he knew exactly where to go.
******
"Shshsh, I think I hear something," Thomas said as they walked. However,
when they stopped they didn't hear anything.
"I think your mind is playing tricks on you," Nakoma commented as they
walked.
"You know," Thomas said, glancing at the ground, "Pocahontas is really
lucky to have a friend like you."
For a few seconds, they walked on in silance until Nakoma broke it, "I'm
honored that you think so."
Every now and again, Thomas and Nakoma stopped and tried listening for
footsteps, voices, anything that might indocate where William had gone but
none seemed to exist. There was tention in the air, a feeling that
something major was going, or just about to happen. The two people could
feel it, they were about to stumble upon something big, something
spectacular, something to say the least, unexpected.
******
Here he was, again, taking off his dark haired wig that he had worn since
his arrival in JamesTown, although before it was his helmit and began
splashing water onto his face. He knelt, waiting for the transparent
figure of her to jump through the waterfall behind him, but none came. It
was like he was waiting for history to repeat itself again; saddly he knew
that it wouldn't. Disheartened, Captain John Smith stood, allowing the
wind to wind its way through his hair, like her fingers had once done. He
breathed the soft Spring breeze like he had breathed the scent of her
ravenlike hair all those years ago. He carefully walked across the rocks
that seemed to know every faset of his life.
'Every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.'
John thought as he reached the other side of the river. Sitting down on
the bank, he allowed the water to flow over his boots.
'They'll dry in the sun.'
He thought as he gazed in the river, one hand propping up his chin.
"I thought it was you."
A soft voice said behind John, startling him as he gasped, looking across
the river to the other bank where his wig ly. He turned slowly around,
meeting two pairs of eyes.
"Its me," he said quietly.
"John Smith?"
Nakoma questioned, shocked.
"Yes Nakoma, John Smith."
"Wh, why, whe, ho, how, wh," Thomas stuttered as he couldn't believe what
he was seeing. The young redhead blinked, but the man was right; it was
his friend.
"Hello Thomas," John said, "I'll explain everything on our way back to the
village. However before I do, I must insist that you don't say a word of
it to anyone. Not Powhatan, and especially no one at JamesTown."
"You have my word," Nakoma said.
"So do you," Thomas said as John walked back over the rocks to retrieve his
wig. Placing it on his head, he walked back over.
"Lets go then," John Smith said as the three of them headed back towards
Powhatan's village.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 12*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Thank you to everyone who have reviewed, they really mean a lot to me!!! I
hope you all have enjoyed this chapter, let me know what you think along
with ideas, thoughts, and suggestions!!!!!!!!
Bye all!!!!
