Chapter 17:
After returning to Jamestown, John promptly walked in to his tent and
slowly sat down and leaned against the wall. The young man sighed as he
placed his head in his hands, he knew what he had to do concerning his love
Pocahontas, but was nervous about approaching her father. Even though
Powhatan had said that he was always welcome among his people, the thought
of asking Powhatan for his daughter's hand in marriage was nerve racking.
He loved her, he knew that he would forever and for always love her until
the day he died; however, it still made him nervous. He knew he had to
marry her oneday, but he at first had to get her father's approval.
******
It was late, Pocahontas knew as she slipped out of her village, allowing
the moon be her only light to guide her to her beloved. Smiling, the young
native woman made her way to grandmother willow; and climbed her branches.
"Grandmother willow?"
The woman asked;
Pocahontas waited for the familiar adviser's face to appear in the bark;
and after a few seconds, the old woman's face shown in the wood.
"Good evening Pocahontas," the tree said.
"Grandmother willow, I've missed you so much," Pocahontas said as she
smiled.
"I have missed you as well my child," Grandmother willow replied, lying a
vine upon Pocahontas's back.
"John is back, my beloved has returned," Pocahontas told her old friend,
smiling.
"Ahh yes, the young man is fine?"
"Yes," Pocahontas answered.
"I am well grandmother willow."
Pocahontas gasped as she looked down and saw John standing below the tree;
"I didn't hear you coming," Pocahontas giggled, "it looks like you are
sneaking up on me again."
"Again?"
The old tree asked;
John and Pocahontas relayed the story of how John had come upon Pocahontas
and Nakoma in the cornfields, "I had to cover her mouth to keep her from
shouting out," Pocahontas remembered.
******
"Who could it be at this time of night?"
The current governor of Jamestown mumbled to himself as he heard shouts
coming from the docking area. Lighting a candle and dressing quickly,
Brigs exited his room and gazed at the new intruders.
"You are governor Brigs, are you not?"
A stern looking English man asked, his face set like stone;
"I am, what is this about?"
"May we speak in private, I don't discuss business with commoners ," the
man glared at the milling people about.
"These are the fine men of Jamestown, they are to be treated with respect,"
Brigs said harshly, "however, we may speak in private."
"Excellent," the man replied as an evil conniving smile spread across his
lips.
******
"This place hasn't changed at all," John remarked as Pocahontas and him
walked hand in hand through out the forest.
"Yes," Pocahontas began, "fortunately, the men of Jamestown have stayed in
the area that my father allows them to stay in; and it also helps that we
have a governor that respects my people."
John smiled as he leaned in for another kiss from his love, "as it should
be Pocahontas, as it should..."
As John's lips were about to come upon Pocahontas's own lips, screams
omitted through out the forest.
"What??"
John was cut off as he turned to his left and saw people running from the
gates of Jamestown.
"Oh hell," John breathed, "Pocahontas, go to your village."
John said as he pushed her in the direction of her home, "go, go to your
village, now."
"John, I want to go with you," Pocahontas protested.
"No, something bad may have happened, you could get hurt; now go!"
John half shouted at her as he gently pushed her forward, "I'll tell you
what's happened."
"What if it was nothing?"
Pocahontas inquired;
"Do you think those people were screaming because nothing happened?"
John retorted, the need to get to Jamestown apparent in his voice;
"Alright John, be careful," Pocahontas said as she began running back
towards her home.
******
Captain John Smith began his run towards the settlement of Jamestown; Upon
arrival, he saw people with shocked and scared looks on there faces.
"We've been taken over."
"No one knows who these men are..."
"Who will be next?"
The young captain listened to all the comments that were floating around
him; and he was about to inquire as to why all the commotion when a hand
grasped his shoulder. Whirling, he saw Thomas's frightened face looking up
at him.
"Thomas, what's happened?"
John inquired, his voice low;
"Governor Brigs," Thomas started, "Governor Brigs has been assassinated."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 17*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter, please all review and give ideas,
thoughts, or suggestions if you have any! You can leave them in a review,
or e-mail me at:
wayofthewinds@hotmail.com
Thanks all who have reviewed!! They really mean so much... :))))
P.S. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Brad cause it's his birthday;
and he's a Pocahontas fan just like me, lol!!!!!!
Please all, feel free RR!!!!!!!
After returning to Jamestown, John promptly walked in to his tent and
slowly sat down and leaned against the wall. The young man sighed as he
placed his head in his hands, he knew what he had to do concerning his love
Pocahontas, but was nervous about approaching her father. Even though
Powhatan had said that he was always welcome among his people, the thought
of asking Powhatan for his daughter's hand in marriage was nerve racking.
He loved her, he knew that he would forever and for always love her until
the day he died; however, it still made him nervous. He knew he had to
marry her oneday, but he at first had to get her father's approval.
******
It was late, Pocahontas knew as she slipped out of her village, allowing
the moon be her only light to guide her to her beloved. Smiling, the young
native woman made her way to grandmother willow; and climbed her branches.
"Grandmother willow?"
The woman asked;
Pocahontas waited for the familiar adviser's face to appear in the bark;
and after a few seconds, the old woman's face shown in the wood.
"Good evening Pocahontas," the tree said.
"Grandmother willow, I've missed you so much," Pocahontas said as she
smiled.
"I have missed you as well my child," Grandmother willow replied, lying a
vine upon Pocahontas's back.
"John is back, my beloved has returned," Pocahontas told her old friend,
smiling.
"Ahh yes, the young man is fine?"
"Yes," Pocahontas answered.
"I am well grandmother willow."
Pocahontas gasped as she looked down and saw John standing below the tree;
"I didn't hear you coming," Pocahontas giggled, "it looks like you are
sneaking up on me again."
"Again?"
The old tree asked;
John and Pocahontas relayed the story of how John had come upon Pocahontas
and Nakoma in the cornfields, "I had to cover her mouth to keep her from
shouting out," Pocahontas remembered.
******
"Who could it be at this time of night?"
The current governor of Jamestown mumbled to himself as he heard shouts
coming from the docking area. Lighting a candle and dressing quickly,
Brigs exited his room and gazed at the new intruders.
"You are governor Brigs, are you not?"
A stern looking English man asked, his face set like stone;
"I am, what is this about?"
"May we speak in private, I don't discuss business with commoners ," the
man glared at the milling people about.
"These are the fine men of Jamestown, they are to be treated with respect,"
Brigs said harshly, "however, we may speak in private."
"Excellent," the man replied as an evil conniving smile spread across his
lips.
******
"This place hasn't changed at all," John remarked as Pocahontas and him
walked hand in hand through out the forest.
"Yes," Pocahontas began, "fortunately, the men of Jamestown have stayed in
the area that my father allows them to stay in; and it also helps that we
have a governor that respects my people."
John smiled as he leaned in for another kiss from his love, "as it should
be Pocahontas, as it should..."
As John's lips were about to come upon Pocahontas's own lips, screams
omitted through out the forest.
"What??"
John was cut off as he turned to his left and saw people running from the
gates of Jamestown.
"Oh hell," John breathed, "Pocahontas, go to your village."
John said as he pushed her in the direction of her home, "go, go to your
village, now."
"John, I want to go with you," Pocahontas protested.
"No, something bad may have happened, you could get hurt; now go!"
John half shouted at her as he gently pushed her forward, "I'll tell you
what's happened."
"What if it was nothing?"
Pocahontas inquired;
"Do you think those people were screaming because nothing happened?"
John retorted, the need to get to Jamestown apparent in his voice;
"Alright John, be careful," Pocahontas said as she began running back
towards her home.
******
Captain John Smith began his run towards the settlement of Jamestown; Upon
arrival, he saw people with shocked and scared looks on there faces.
"We've been taken over."
"No one knows who these men are..."
"Who will be next?"
The young captain listened to all the comments that were floating around
him; and he was about to inquire as to why all the commotion when a hand
grasped his shoulder. Whirling, he saw Thomas's frightened face looking up
at him.
"Thomas, what's happened?"
John inquired, his voice low;
"Governor Brigs," Thomas started, "Governor Brigs has been assassinated."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*End Of Chapter 17*~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I hope you guys like this chapter, please all review and give ideas,
thoughts, or suggestions if you have any! You can leave them in a review,
or e-mail me at:
wayofthewinds@hotmail.com
Thanks all who have reviewed!! They really mean so much... :))))
P.S. This chapter is dedicated to my friend Brad cause it's his birthday;
and he's a Pocahontas fan just like me, lol!!!!!!
Please all, feel free RR!!!!!!!
