The drama is getting so heavy! I can hardly stand it!


I sat in a small cell with the rest of my large tribe, looking at John Rolfe.

"This does not make sense." I said. "Why are you doing this?" John Rolfe chuckled and leaned back, resting his back against the wall of the brig.

"You met the king. Quite a feisty fellow, right?" He asked. I nodded. "He'll do anything for a good show. He asked me personally to get the chief of the Indians to speak of 'peace'." He made a strange gesture with his index finger and middle finger, which looked like rabbit ears. "He was enthralled when he learned I had brought a woman back. It was sure to be a great show." He chuckled.

"So, why did you not just leave me in the jail cell back in London?"

"Because it would have ruined the entertainment. The King wanted to see how far I would go."

"And John Smith?" I asked. John Rolfe nodded slowly, thinking.

"He was an obstacle. It was truly a surprise when he revealed himself to me. Everyone was positive that he was dead. The King had no choice but to give him his own ship to get rid of him." My heart fluttered. John Smith had not been a part of it? "Give a child a new toy and it'll entertain him for years. You played your part so well, Pocahontas."

"My part? What was my part?"

"Getting rid of that damned Smith. None of this would have been possible if he was still around. When he approached you at the waterfall, I was relieved when you sent him away. I would have hated to kill the fellow." He paused. "No, actually, I would have enjoyed it quite a bit."

"So what is to become of my tribe?" I asked.

"You are being put into a life of slavery. The King is a little... Shorthanded. He is giving each of his men a savage of their own and keeping the rest for himself. Isn't it exciting?" I glared at him.

"You are horrible." I said angrily.

"That's not even the best part." He said. He looked at me. "When you came to London to speak of your peace, no one was paying attention to your words. You were a savage, and a woman at that. You were merely introduced to London so those who lived there could get used to your kind. We never had intentions of peace."

"You tricked me..." I said solemnly.

"Quite well, if I do say so myself. Not only did I convince you that I could love a filthy savage, but you also sent Smith packing with a shattered heart for me. I believe I deserve a raise in my pay, if I do say so myself." I turned away from him, tears burning my eyes. How could I have been so naive? John Rolfe tutted and I heard him stood. "Don't be upset Pocahontas. I have a bit of good news for you." I turned to him slightly.

"What is this good news?" He smirked and knelt in front of me, grabbing my chin.

"Guess which savage I get to have in return for my services?" He tapped my nose. "You." I grimaced and turned away from him. "See you when we get to London." He said, standing again and walking up the stairs. He shut the door, engulfing us in darkness, and I began to cry.

"Pocahontas..." I heard Nakoma say. I felt her hand on my arm and I leaned forward against her.

"This is all my fault, Nakoma." I said. "We would not be here if it was not for me." Nakoma pulled me into a hug and ran her fingers through my hair.

"You did not know, Pocahontas."

"I should have listened to you. I should have listened to Grandmother Willow..." I said, hot tears trailing down my face. "Now I have sentenced my people to slavery, my father is dead, and I will never see John Smith again..."

"Pocahontas, John Smith lives in London. I am sure he will come back." I shook my head.

"You heard John Rolfe. The king gave him a ship to get rid of him. He will not be back." He would be too busy realizing his dream, traveling the world and exploring new regions. I shut my eyes and rested against Nakoma. "I am so sorry..." Nakoma rubbed my back soothingly.

"It is alright. We will figure something out." I nodded, wiping at my tears. I missed my father. I missed my friends Flit, Miko, and Percy. I missed John Smith...


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