So, I do not own Pocahontas, but I own the story. Enjoy!

John Smith's POV

Finally, my dream was being realized. Since I was a boy I had always wanted a ship of my own. My father had owned his own ship when I was a child. Every weekend we would go on small voyages as captain and subordinate. Sometimes my father would allow me to be the captain and would downgrade himself to subordinate. We sailed (what I liked to believe were) the Seven Seas together. I had always dreamed of doing the same if I ever had a son. Only, I wouldn't use the very same ship to leave their mother and vanish completely.

"John?" It was Thomas, my real subordinate. I turned to him.

"What is it, Thomas?" I asked.

"Are you really just going to leave her there?" He asked. I sighed and turned my deep blue eyes back to the even deeper and bluer ocean.

"Of course I am. What else can I do?" I asked. It broke my heart that Pocahontas had refused to sail with me, oh-so content with that stuffed-shirt Rolfe, but what else could I have done? She had chosen him and I was in no place to make her unhappy.

"You could fight for her." Thomas said delicately. I glared at the ocean.

"I tried and look how that turned out. She still chose him." I spat. Thomas frowned.

"You realize, if you continue sailing now, you won't have another chance? She'll move on from you and stay with him." My glare intensified and my knuckles began to turn white.

"She has once, what's stopping her from doing it again?" I asked bitterly. Thomas sighed.

"Love does terrible things to a man, aye John?" Thomas turned away from me slowly. "Just keep it in mind, will you? You only truly love once."

"And you?" I asked. "What woman inspired all of this in you?"

"My mother. When my father died, she never fully recovered. She remarried and had another child, but she never truly moved on from my father." Without another word, Thomas left my side and headed below deck. I sighed, looking at the ocean with less of a glare. Thomas was right. I needed to go after her. At least, if she shot me down, I would know that she had completely moved on, then I could continue with my dream without poisoned thoughts. I turned the wheel around, heading back to London. I needed supplies if I was going to make the voyage to Jamestown.

So, yet another chapter. Ooooh, what will happen next? Review and find out!