SunRise19: Thanks! I'm glad you like it so far, and about Jenny! Lol, I was wondering how to make her seem believable

HC247: Thank you! And yeah, I've had this idea for quite a while, and finally got registered on Fanfic! I always wondered what Thomas thought of the journey, and I'm glad you like Jenny!

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babyb26: Thanks! I was hoping to get more of Thomas's past out before writing about Jamestown. Hope you like the rest!

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Disclaimer: I do not on Disney's "Pocahontas" or the rights to animate pretty and colorful movies. I do however, own Thomas's friends. Ha ha! ((Friends run away)) Fine leave! I guess I don't own anything -.-

Early that morning, Thomas sat up and stretched his arms up over him, yawning. He rubbed his eyes and swung his legs over the side of his bed, planting his feet firmly on the floor. The shop was calling and Thomas groaned inwardly. His shoulder was still a little sore, but he shook it off.

As he walked over to the wash basin, he grabbed a shirt and a pair of pants off of a chair by his bed. He dipped his hands into the water, and splashed it onto his face, sending a shock through his system. Thomas was fully awake, and remembered his thoughts from the night before. He had planned to talk to his parents today.

Instead of going into wake Jenny, Thomas walked out into the hall and into the parlor where Daniel and Carrie were sitting.

"Thomas?" Carried looked up, and smiled. "Good morning, love." He walked in, trying to smile, but instead got a look of nervousness.

"Something wrong, Tommy?" Daniel asked as he watched his son's expression change to something of near confidence.

"Mum, Dad, I well," He stopped short, clenching his fist. The only part of his plan he hadn't thought through was how to explain to his parents that he had heard about it. He couldn't say that he had listened in, but then again, it would have been hard to miss for part of the discussion. Thomas looked into his parent's eyes, watching him. He knew that they would have to know, so he took a deep breath.

"Well, I…heard you talking, last night." Thomas paused, seeing that neither Daniel, nor Carrie had gotten mad, or made a move to interrupt him. He continued. "It was about going over, to the New World. Mum, I know you don't want Dad going over there, but Dad, I know how much it really means to you that our family can prosper in the New world. And well, since you two both feel really strongly about your decisions, I may have found a solution."

Carrie's eyes narrowed in curiosity and suspicion. It was true that she didn't want Daniel traveling far from home. Daniel's eyes narrowed as well, mostly out of curiosity.

"I was thinking that I could go over, and-" Thomas started to explain before his mother stood up cutting him off.

"No! Absolutely not!" She cried.

"But Mum, I-" Again Thomas was cut off.

"There is no way that you are going on that voyage! Did you honestly expect that I would just allow my only son to go? My decision is final, Thomas!" Carrie looked back at her son's sad eyes. She tried to bring herself to look away, but he looked so crushed.

"Carrie, please. At least hear him out." Daniel said, putting his hands on her shoulders. "Now, Thomas, why exactly do you want to go? You know that they're going to be gone for a long while." He said calmly.

Unknown to the family, Jenny had been woken up due to the yelling. She walked out, seeing Thomas standing up in front of his parents. She wasn't fully awake, and slumped against the wall, sitting on the floor, her back against the wall. Jenny yawned, and listened in on the conversation, very close to falling asleep.

"I know Dad. That's why I want to go. You need to stay here, if working in a shop tires you out, then working the land would be even worse." Thomas explained. "Look, I know it's not the best of plans, but I know that I could do it. You said it yourself Mum. You wished you had someone else to send over for our family. And I'm them. It will be fine." Thomas said in a sincere voice.

"Send over?" Jenny wondered aloud. She clapped a hand over her mouth, and quickly gazed over into the room, thankful that no one had heard her. Jenny wasn't sure exactly what her brother was talking about, but she saw that her mother looked upset. What could Mummy be upset over? Jenny thought to herself. She hoped Thomas would clarify it all to her later.

Carrie sighed. "Thomas, I-" She left her sentence hanging.

"Son, we just," Daniel sighed "worry. It's not an easy suggestion to say yes or no. I received the letter from the King. A man from the Caleb family was chosen to be on that voyage. No, I may not be well enough to go, but it's still the purpose of the thing. I know that you mean well, but I don't think the best way is to take my spot on the voyage. It should be here, with your mother and sister." He said in a quiet, calm voice.

Thomas's eyes fell to the floor. This was his chance to finally get out, the one thing to contribute to his family's name. And he was turned down. He couldn't argue with his parents, so he gently raised his eyebrows, his head tilting to the side.

"Alright." He said quietly, turning out of the room.

Daniel and Carrie stood together, slowly turning to look into each other's eyes, wondering the same thing. Was it right to shut Thomas down like that?

As she saw him approaching, Jenny panicked, knowing that he was going in, to wake her. She scrambled into bed, pulling the covers over her head.

Approaching his younger sister's room, Thomas leaned in the doorway. His hand was wrapped around the woodwork, and his forehead was resting against the front of his hand. He let out an exasperated sigh, and walked to Jenny's bed, putting on a feign happy expression.

"Jenny, it's time to wake up." He said, giving her shoulder a gentle shake.

Jenny heard Thomas talking, and rolled over, slowly opening her eyes, hoping he would believe that she had really been asleep. She saw that he wasn't looking at her, but a place on her floor. She felt sad that her big brother was feeling so badly.

"What's wrong?" Jenny asked, trying to make her voice sound tired. Thomas snapped to attention.

"Oh, it's nothing." He said, trying his best at sounding sincere. "Really, just thinking, that's all." Thomas looked back to the spot.

"About what?" Jenny asked, moving into Thomas's lap. Thomas sighed, and then thought about what his parents had said to him. He couldn't go; he had to stay at home. The feeling of his own defeat was inevitable. While Thomas knew he couldn't have his dream, he thought of Jenny's. Her sweet disposition, and pure innocent belief in actually being a Princess made him hope that she could at least have her own wish.

He just smiled, hugging her closer to him. "Ah it's nothing to worry about. I'll see to it that you meet that Queen someday." Thomas promised as he got up to go get dressed, and walk down to the shop.

Jenny watched as Thomas walked away, wondering what he had meant by promising her she would meet the Queen. It was confusing to her, because he had seemed so sad just a few moments before. She then got up to go look for her mother.

Thomas pulled his favorite green shirt on, over his head as he walked out of his room, and into their very small kitchen. A plate with toast was left on the table, so he grabbed it before running out the door.

"Tommy?" Daniel stepped into the kitchen, his forest green cap on his head already. "Are you ready for today?" His father held the skeleton-like keys in his hand as they headed outside and down the street.

"S'pose I don't have any other choice." Thomas pitched as a joke. His father's face fell a little. "I'm kidding, don't worry about me, it'll be fine." He reassured Daniel as they passed by the Market.

Daniel sighed, but grinned. "Alright, but you know I can't help it any more than your mother can."

Thomas shrugged. He was still broken up about the conversation earlier, about how Carrie was not letting him go on the journey. It worried him, because that meant his father would be going, and even Jenny, who didn't know much of what was happening, knew in her heart that her father wasn't well enough to even be running his shop.

"Dad, are sure you want to go? I mean, I really wouldn't mind being on that ship at all. In fact, I-" Thomas was beginning to get sick of being cut off all the time that day.

"Thomas, it's been settled. You can't go over. You need to help your mother with Jenny, and keep the shop up." Daniel said, strolling down the side of the street, his tone a little more firm than earlier.

"But are you well enough?" Thomas let slip out. "I mean, you haven't even been able to take a full day of handling the shop and unloading the ship."

"I'll be fine." Was Daniel's only response as they walked in. Thomas lingered outside a while longer. He hated to make anyone mad at him, but was only trying to be truthful. He stepped inside, anticipating anger, only to see that his father was walking up and down the aisles in the back, looking over Thomas's handiwork.

"Looks like everything in here was put in carefully, and nothing seems like its missing." Daniel smiled all evidence of his earlier conversation forgotten. "Nice work, son."

"Thanks, dad." Thomas nodded, he was glad that his father wasn't angry.

"Well, it looks like all we have to do is wait for the customers to come in." He said, and sat back on his stool. Thomas went up to the counter sitting back, hoping that someone would come in eventually.

It was then that he looked over at the overly stocked shelves in back, and then at the neatly filled ones out front. They had so much to sell, and needed every cent they would receive. He knew that going on the journey would bring in money, because every family received a good sum when the man left. Even with that money, the shop still needed to be up and running if they wanted to be able to have everything they needed.

Thomas had been bored sitting down staring out the shop's front window. He turned his gaze to his father who was leaning against the wall, asleep. Thomas smiled, and got up. He tilted his father's hat over his eyes, and then walked back to the counter.

"Have a good rest." He said quietly.

At that moment, a large burly man with black hair and a Scottish accent stepped into the shop. Clutched in his hand was a letter, very similar to the one his father had received. A minute later, an equally large, red-headed man walked in, and over to the man with black hair.

"What is it you need in her, Ben?" The red-head asked, as Ben looked around at the shelves.

"A decent kettle for my wife, Lon. I want to make sure she has everything before I leave on that ship." Ben answered, picking up a pewter kettle and examining it. Seeming, satisfied, Ben headed up to the front with Lon.

"Weren't you getting anything?" Ben asked Lon as they walked up.

"No, all I really needed were some candlesticks, but I didn't see any out front."

"What kind were you looking for?" Thomas asked, looking up at Lon, waiting for the response.

Lon raised an eyebrow. "Pewter." He said.

"I think we have some out back, I'll check for you." Thomas got up, and looked around the shelves to where he had put away all of the candlestick boxes. He pulled out a few, and headed to the counter. "Like these?" He asked, holding them out.

Lon smiled. "Those are the ones." He took four from the row, and waited for Ben to pay. Ben had already stepped up, his money held out, but his eyes looking over Thomas suspiciously.

"You look familiar boy, but something tells me that you're not Daniel Caleb." He said.

Thomas took the money, putting it into the register, handing back the kettle. "That's because I'm not. He's my father, I'm Thomas." He said ringing up the prices of the candlesticks.

"Ah, so you would be lad." Ben laughed. After Lon paid, the two walked out.

Everyone it seemed was receiving letters left and right. All the men he seemed to talk to were cast to be on the voyage over to the New World. It was torturous to him because he now felt a sense of adventure, and a rising wish to leave. Thomas felt a hand clap down on his shoulder.

"Good work, son." Daniel said. Thomas gave him and earnest smile. "I'm really sorry, Thomas, but I have to leave. If you want, close up early." And with that, Daniel got up, walking out the back door.

"Bye dad." Thomas said. It was second-nature at that point. He, of course, didn't know that Daniel silently cursed himself each time he left, because he wanted to stay, and not give into his illness by going home.

As Daniel trudged through the streets, he kept his mind occupied, by thinking about his family. His thoughts instantly fell back on Thomas's proposal. He tried to shut out that thought, and set his concentration elsewhere. Daniel was unsuccessful at that, and started thinking more about the plan. Sure Thomas was capable of doing the work on a ship, and being a man, but on the other hand, it was four months alone just on the ship. And then to settle the New World before anyone else could come would take even more months.

He had already set his mind on going, even though he felt bad that it had hurt Carrie so. Daniel knew she wouldn't be able to handle Thomas's going off to the New World at all, so Daniel had to slide under in his decision.

If the Caleb name could start over in the New World and prosper, it would mean a better life for Jenny when she grew up. Although he knew she needed him to stay here with her.

It was too overwhelming for him to decide at that moment. He stepped through the door. Jenny walked out of the kitchen, wearing an over-sized apron dusted with flour.

"Daddy! You're home!" Jenny smiled, and walked up to her father giving him a hug. "Mummy and I are just starting dinner." She said.

Daniel smiled at his daughter. "Then I'm sure it'll be great." He followed, as Jenny led him into the kitchen. "I'm home Carrie." Daniel called to his wife, mixing together ingredients in a large bowl. She looked up and smiled, wiping off her hands on the fringe of her apron.

"Hello love. Is Thomas with you?" She asked. Daniel's face fell.

"He's still back at the shop." He confessed.

"I see." Carrie nodded, stirring up the mixture. Daniel wanted to talk to Carrie about Thomas's proposal some more, before he got home, so he knelt down to tell Jenny something.

"Jenny, will you go and get Kerry all ready for dinner?" He asked her. Jenny smiled, and nodded, running off to dress her doll for dinner.

"Carrie, I've been thinking."

A/N: Okay, I'm leaving it at a cliffy for now, but don't worry, I know where it's going, lol! It will take a lot of convincing for Thomas to be allowed on the ship, but he'll get there. Anyway, thanks so much for reviewing, and reading, I'm glad you like it!

Thomas: Why do I have to sound so pathetic?

Me: Of course you're the only one who doesn't seem satisfied

Thomas: Nah, just joking, but I sound so…obedient.

Me: That's because you are.

Thomas: Am not!

Me: Are so!

Thomas: This is too juvenile, I'll just go with whatever.

Me: Hah! I told you! And thanks, saves me a lot of breath.

Thomas: …kay

Ahem Anyway R&R! Flames…they're whats for dinner.