Chapter 5:
The next two months aboard the ship were spent teaching Pocahontas the ways of the English. At six months pregnant, the once large dress fit her figure just right, the shoes were broken in, and she had gotten in to the practice of wearing her dark hair pinned up
like a proper woman. All seemed to be going well for the couple;
though the last few weeks on the ship, Pocahontas found John to be on
edge; and not acting like himself. The night before they were set to
dock, Pocahontas approached her husband.
"I know you're worried, and I know why," Pocahontas began as she sat by her husband as they looked at the wide expanse of the sea.
"God, I wish I wasn't going," John said.
"You aren't going, we are, I'll be with you every step of the way," Pocahontas replied as John leaned down to kiss her.
"It is just, so hard to go back; to face my past, I've been running from it for so long."
His wife sighed as she lowered her head onto his shoulder; she knew that this would be the hardest thing for her husband to face.
"You aren't alone," she whispered, "you are not alone."
The next morning donned bright as Pocahontas and John Smith were greeted by London's skyline as the ship docked.
"Mr. Smith?"
Samuel's voice called up to them as the man in question and his wife
stood on deck, "order the men to bring in the sells for me."
"Yes sir," John replied as he turned and did so. As John
situated the men, Pocahontas gawked at the sight that was London England. The first thing she noticed was a huge building, greatly towering over what seemed to her the entire city. Surrounding the tower were buildings upon buildings; some tall, square, small, wooden or stone.
"Pocahontas?"
John's soft voice interrupted her thoughts as she stared at London from the ship;
"It's time to get off now," her husband said as the gangplank was lowered and the native woman took her first steps onto foreign land.
The entire native woman's life, she had either walked to where she was going or had ridden a canoe however in England, the people got around in things called carriages. That was what John received as the couple had stopped in order to arrange for transportation.
"I've never seen anything like this," Pocahontas awed as John drove through London's streets. The reason that John drove the carriage was because he could not afford a driver to do so; and so John had rented the carriage for three pents a day.
Pocahontas jerked awake as the carriage came to a complete stop;
"John?"
She asked;
"We are here," he answered before his wife could ask, "are you alright?"
As John got out and reached for her hand, the two lovers stared in to
each other's eyes.
"I love you," John whispered as he lifted her down from the carriage's seat.
"As well as I," Pocahontas replied as he took her arm and began leading her up the path towards a tiny house that sat located up a small hill.
"This is where you grew up?"
Pocahontas inquired as she watched him from the corner of her eye.
"Yes," came his quiet reply as they walked the three steps towards the door.
"Here we are," John said as he raised the door knocker three times and waited for an answer. As Pocahontas glanced at her beloved, noticing how his voice seemed choked as those words left his lips, she sent a silent prayer to her gods that all would go well.