Yet another chapter. Whoa man. :O I don't own Pocahontas, but I own this story. Read, my minions!
I sat on my familiar cliff, staring out at the ocean. This was the very cliff where I had seen John Smith's ship leave so long ago, when our love had been so strong. 'What happened?' I wondered, looking down where a rusty compass sat. The needle no longer moved, due to the water damage, but it was the thought. John Smith had given this to me, hoping that I would remember him. How could I ever forget him? I sighed and played with the glass on top of the compass. It was cracked and dirty from many months being untouched.
John Smith wasn't here with me, John Rolfe was. John Smith was living his dream and sailing around the world. He had always been the adventurous type. I found myself wondering what my dream was. Before I had learned of John Smith's false death, it had always been to be with him, forever. I found myself daydreaming of bearing his children, sailing with him, marrying him, many different fantasies. After I had heard of his false dying, I was unsure of myself. In London, with John Rolfe, I found my fantasies becoming more... Civilized. I saw puffy, obscene dresses and regal balls. I saw dances and casual drinking. A safe life. It would certainly be a change.
I grabbed the compass and stood, holding it in front of me as if saying 'if your needle moves, I will wait for John Smith.' I watched the needle, but it did nothing, not even quiver.
"Pocahontas, what are you doing up here?" John Rolfe asked. "It's getting dark." I turned to him, smiling.
"I was only thinking." I said, feeling the cold metal in my hand. He smiled and walked to me.
"You are quite a thoughtful woman. Why don't you think with the tribe?" He asked. I nodded, taking his hand and allowing him to lead me away from the cliff. I released the compass from the grasp of my other hand and listened to it. It rolled about the grass for a moment before finding it's way to the cliff edge and rolling over. It clinked many times on the fall down, ending with a quiet splash.
John Rolfe sat silently with my tribe as we danced and feasted. It was a day to be celebrated. Sisika and Chunta had gotten married, so there was much celebration. I took a seat beside John Rolfe and smiled at him.
"Why do you not join us?" I asked. He smiled at me.
"I'm afraid I would stick out quite a bit. I think I'll just watch." I smiled and watched as Sisika was surrounded by her many friends. They picked her up and forced her to dance, though I could imagine all she wanted to do was be with Chunta. My smile began to falter and I looked away. I had gotten rid of his compass, I needed to get rid of the memories of him as well.
"I think I will go to bed now." I said, standing up and heading to my hut.
Poor Pocahontas, so much inner turmoil. Review to learn what happens!