Oh, what a lovely day for heartbreak. Read, my pretties, read! I do not own Pocahontas, I am not Disney. If I DID own Pocahontas, this would be the third movie. Screw John Rolfe! .
I looked after John Smith with tears in my eyes. I felt sick and I dropped my basket. I would never see him again? I would have expected that, but hearing it brought on a new level of pain.
"Pocahontas?" John Rolfe called behind me. I wiped my eyes hurriedly and picked up my basket, turning and walking to him. "Was that John Smith I just heard?" He asked, looking passed me.
"Yes." I said quietly. John Rolfe pulled me to him and hugged me.
"It's okay, I'm still here." He said soothingly. I leaned my head against his chest, hot tears coming to my eyes but not quite spilling over. "I'll always be here." The way he said it did not comfort me. In fact, it upset me. What was I thinking? I still loved John Smith, nothing would change that. I pushed my way from John Rolfe's arms and ran in the direction that John Smith had gone. Maybe, if I was fast enough, I could make it.
I burst from the trees, blood dripping down my right arm and pain in my heart. A tree had whipped my arm as I ran, but that hadn't stopped me.
"John!" I shouted, running towards the shore. I knew I was too late, though. The crew had already set sail, lead by John... "John!" I shouted again. I ran to the water, ran until the water started slowing me down, then I swam. The ship was faster than I, though, and it wasn't long before I gave up and treaded water. I shouted his name one more time, though I knew he couldn't hear me. He would never hear me again... All because I had a momentary lapse of judgement. I swam back to the shore and cried as I walked back to my village.
"Pocahontas?" Nakoma asked. Her hair looked tousled and there was pink touching her copper cheeks.
"Not now, Nakoma." I said, dragging my heavy feet onto the shore. I fell to my knees and felt the sun-warmed sand and let the tears roll freely down my face.
A month later, when the green peas grew and the snow fell, many ships with white sails landed in Jamestown. It was not their time to land, though, so I wondered what they were for. I stood amongst my people, watching the ships closely. Many men unloaded large crates from the ships and I looked for John Rolfe, but he was nowhere to be found. Perhaps he would know why they were here.
"John Rolfe?" I called, walking down in Jamestown. Suddenly, I saw him. He was on one of the ships, talking to the captain. I walked forward but men with large swords stopped me.
"I wish to speak with John Rolfe." I said. The two men looked at each other and laughed.
"Look, a savage trying to act civilized."
"Once a savage, always a savage." They teased. One put his hand on my shoulder and shoved me backwards. "You will do no such thing."
"John Rolfe!" I shouted. He did nothing, didn't even turn his head. He just continued talking to the captain. One of the guards grabbed my arm, followed by his companion, and they proceeded to shove me to the ground.
"No heathen will touch this ship unless instructed." The taller of the two guards said. He had hair like John Smith, but brown eyes as cold as winter frost.
"Heathen?" I asked, outraged. "I am not a heathen." I looked passed them. "John Rolfe!" I shouted again. He turned, this time, but pointed at me. The captain smirked and turned around, saying something to what I imagined was his crew.
"The order has been given. Get the savages!" The captain shouted to the guards. The guards looked down at me and smirked. They grabbed my arms and hauled me to my feet, dragging me towards the ship.
"Unhand me!" I shouted, pulling away from them. Their grips tightened though. "John Rolfe!" I said. The guards stopped beside him and he turned, looking at me.
"Put her below." He said, looking me in the eyes.
"What is the meaning of this?" I asked.
"Once a savage, always a savage." He said. This wasn't making sense. This was the very same John Rolfe who had saved me in London. He was the one who had argued my cause and gotten Radcliffe arrested! Why was he doing this? I heard much commotion outside of the ship and I looked at him pleadingly.
"Please, stop this. What are you doing?" I asked.
"You'll learn in due time, dear Pocahontas." I struggled as the two guards dragged me below the deck.
"John Rolfe!" I shouted once more before the door shut, engulfing me in darkness.
*gasp* What ever will happen next? What is happening? OoO Review to find out!