Hehehe, I HAAAAAAAAAAAATE John Rolfe, and I will not rest until everyone in the world hates him as well!

John Smith's POV

I stood amongst the green, crisp grass, taking in all of the scents and surroundings. I could hear birds chirping, feel the rain sprinkling lightly from the leafy canopy, taste the fresh air.

Yet, my heart was still broken. Ever since we had set sail from Jamestown I had been trapped in a slump. The men noticed it, but none of them said a word. They just let me sulk.

"It's better this way." I said to myself quietly. "No woman to distract me or slow me down." Oh Hell. Who was I kidding? Pocahontas couldn't slow me down if she tried. The girl was as fast as a gazelle. Just as graceful and beautiful too. I chuckled to myself. Funny, wasn't I just talking about a woman not being able to distract me? Yet there she was, filling my thoughts. I couldn't even enjoy the open nature.

"John?" Thomas asked from behind me. I turned to him.

"Yes, Thomas?"

"It's been a month. Don't you think?..." He trailed off.

"Don't I think I should forget her?" I asked. He stayed silent, but I know that's what he was asking. "Of course I think I should. God knows I've tried." I turned away from him, looking down the ravine. I shut my eyes, feeling a gust of warm wind against my face. It was familiar... Grandmother Willow?

"John Smith..." Whispered a voice. I opened my eyes and looked around, but Thomas was gone. I was entirely alone. "John Smith, go after her..."

"I tried." I explained to no one. "I tried and, for the second time, she chose him over me."

"She needs you, John Smith. Go to her..." Grandmother Willow whispered. "Go to her..." Then, all at once, the wind was gone and I felt the emptiness of being completely alone.

'She needs me?' I thought bitterly. 'Why would she need me when she had Rolfe?' That vile cockroach. What did she see in him? I shut my eyes and calmed my thoughts, thinking rationally once more. She needed me. Obviously that meant Rolfe wasn't living up to his Gentleman name...

Or was he? My head snapped up in sudden realization and I turned, running full-sprint back to my ship. He had never loved her, not really. Long live the King, and all that. What if he was only fulfilling his duties to the king? And Radcliffe? How had I been so blind? I climbed up the ladder and boarded the ship, shouting orders to the men and running to the wheel. Thomas looked at me, slightly startled, and ran after me.

"John, what has gotten into you?" He asked.

"Grandmother Willow. Pocahontas is in trouble."

"And how do you know that? Who's Grandmother Willow?"

"A friend. Don't ask questions, Thomas. Just listen to me." Thomas nodded and ran, probably glad that I was finally out of my slump. I was, too. It wasn't me. I wasn't myself without her.

I set course for Jamestown for the second time, hoping the turnout would be better than the last. Something told me that I wasn't crazy. Grandmother Willow was a talking tree, for God sakes! I had seen her with my own eyes, she wouldn't lie to me.

We landed at Jamestown and I jumped from the ship, not even caring that pain shot up both my legs.

"Pocahontas!" I shouted, running through the village. The village was a catastrophe. Injured men and crying women were everywhere. A few buildings were on fire and my heart sank. What if I was too late. I ran faster than I thought I could, seeing her village just ahead. In ashes... Damn!

I ran amongst the smoldering piles of burnt wood and animal hide, looking frantically.

"Pocahontas!" I shouted. "Pocahontas, where are you?" I heard a cough and turned, seeing chief Powhatan, laying amongst the ashes.

"Chief!" I ran to him and kneeled beside him. "What happened?" I noticed him bleeding profusely from his side.

"John Rolfe... He attacked with many men. He took the women of the village." He winced and looked at me. "Please, bring them back..." He took one final breath and fell limply against the ground, his dark eyes open and glossy. I stood slowly and looked at the ocean. I knew it... I ran back to my ship and boarded silently.

"Set sail, men." I said. "We're going back to London."

Oh no! John Rolfe a traitor? Who knew? Oh, I DID! :O Review and I shall continue! What is the fate of poor Pocahontas and her fellow ladies?