Sunrise
The sunlight poured in through the hole at the top of the hut. It cast down on John Smith. John blinked against it. He had been trying to sleep, but without success. Who could sleep when you're tied to a pole? John closed his eyes again, knowing that within about half an hour, he would be dead. He would never see Pocahontas again. Not in this life at least. He opened his eyes when he felt someone cutting the ropes on his hands, another person holding that arm and then forcing him to stand as they tied his hands once again. Then someone slipped a rope around his neck and they dragged him towards the doorway.
"Bring out the prisoner!" Powhatan demanded. The warriors shoved John through the doorway, another warrior tugging at the rope around his neck. John fell to his knees and the two other warriors forced him up again and dragged him along.
Well, this is it. John thought to himself. He struggled against the force of the warriors. But I'm not going without a fight. When he knew that he couldn't win, he stopped struggling. He hung his head in defeat, knowing it was all over.
Goodbye cruel world. Goodbye Thomas. Goodbye Pocahontas. John thought as they neared a large waterfall. He fell and would have fallen flat on his face had the warriors not dragged him up roughly. Now, a large plateau came into view. At the top of it laid a large stone. John didn't know what it was for until he felt the warriors forcing him to his knees and pushed his head onto it.
This is officially it. I'm done for. John looked over his shoulder at Powhatan, who raised his war club. John closed his eyes tight. He readied himself for the blow. But just as Powhatan prepared to bring the club down across the prisoner's head, Pocahontas threw herself across John.
"NO!"