Chapter Sixteen- England

A month and a half later, Nakoma shook Pocahontas awake. Pocahontas groaned and rolled over, putting her pillow over her head.

"Pocahontas! Wake up!" Nakoma said.

"I don't want to, Nakoma." Pocahontas groaned.

"You have to! We're here!" Nakoma persisted. Pocahontas sat up.

"What?"

"We're here! We're in England!" Nakoma said.

"England?" Pocahontas cried.

"Yes! Hurry!" Nakoma said. Pocahontas leapt out of bed, making poor Meeko roll over onto the floor. Pocahontas ran beside her best friend to the ship's railing and looked out at the tiny strip of land. That strip of land was England, John's homeland. That was the place where Pocahontas would meet the king and save John's life. She had three months at the most. If she didn't do it in that time, she would either have to return home to watch John be hanged or return home with the documents she needed to save him. Pocahontas had to get that document. She couldn't watch John die. She just couldn't.

"Land! England, ho!" Someone from the crow's nest called.

"That's England." Pocahontas whispered to herself.

"That's right." Thomas said. He was going to see his father, mother, and sister again! But he also knew he was here to help save John's life.

"When will we reach land?" Nakoma asked.

"About an hour or two." Thomas answered. Pocahontas sighed. She wanted to reach land as fast as possible. She didn't have much time. She tugged her shawl around her. It was colder here than in Virginia! She went back below deck to pack her things. The last thing she packed was John's compass. She had brought it to help her decide on the best path. It had helped her choose the right path before and she hoped it could help her again. She laid it gently on top of her extra pair of moccasins and change of winter clothes and shawl. An hour later, she, Nakoma and Thomas were told they could leave. Flit buzzed around Pocahontas's head protectively and curiously. Poor Meeko had to be carried off the ship- he was still seasick. Percy bound down the gangplank after Pocahontas to his old home. He recognized the smells and sites, but he preferred Virginia. Pocahontas looked around her. The ground was hard beneath her feet and it was so cold here! The people were dressed like the people of Jamestown, but London was nothing like Jamestown! It was bigger and more crowded. The houses looked a lot like those of Jamestown, but London was much different. John had been right. When he and Pocahontas had first met, he had told her of London and what it was like. There were bridges over the rivers and carriages everywhere. And the houses were crammed together. Everyone was staring at Pocahontas and Nakoma. It was apparent they were from the New World. What were they doing here?

"It's so big." Pocahontas said. Thomas nodded and smiled and led he way through the streets of London.

"It is big. And dangerous. Be careful. Lots of carriages come by and can run you over." Pocahontas and Nakoma exchanged a glance and promised to stay away from carriages. Pocahontas pointed to a large, shadowy tower in the distance.

"Thomas, what is that?" She asked. Thomas looked at her with a serious expression.

"That's the Tower. Enemies of the king and criminals are sent there and most are never heard from again. Be glad John wasn't sent there. If he had been, there would be no hope what so ever for him."

"Where are we going, Thomas?" Nakoma said, practically reading Pocahontas's mind.

"To my house." Thomas said, finally stopping at a small cottage. Pocahontas and Nakoma looked at each other and Pocahontas hugged Meeko closer to her. He felt as though he was going to be sick.

"Hello?" Someone called from inside. "Who's there?"

"It's me, Thomas. And my friends." Thomas said. The door flew open and a woman was hugging Thomas.

"Thomas! Thomas, you've come home!" She sobbed and Pocahontas smiled. The woman stopped hugging Thomas and looked at Pocahontas and Nakoma.

"And who's this?" She asked.

"This is Pocahontas and Nakoma." Thomas said. "They've come all the way from Virginia to meet with the king."

"The king? What for?" Thomas's mother, Kelly, asked.

"To save John Smith's life. Don't you remember my letter, Mum? Pocahontas was the one who saved him the first time." Thomas said. Kelly smiled in realization.

"You must be Pocahontas, then." She said, holding out her hand. Pocahontas handed Meek to Nakoma shook Kelly's hand.

"And this is Nakoma." Thomas said.

"Hello." Nakoma replied.

"Hello." Kelly said. "Come in! Come in!" She led the way into the house.

"Carrie is sleeping so be quiet." Kelly said, mentioning Thomas's seven year old sister. She led the way to a spare bedroom with two beds in it. It was small, but it was cozy.

"You and Nakoma can stay in here." Kelly said with a smile to Pocahontas.

"Thank you." Pocahontas said gratefully.

"Now get some rest. You all must be exhausted." Kelly said. Pocahontas, Nakoma and Thomas nodded. It was still mid-afternoon, but they were tired.

"Get some sleep. I'll see you tomorrow." Kelly said and left. Pocahontas and Nakoma each climbed into a bed and talked a minute.

"What happens now?" Nakoma asked. Pocahontas yawned before answering:

"We search for John's father, brother and sister." She said.

"Oh. Good night, Pocahontas."

"Good night, Nakoma." Pocahontas said. "Oh, and Nakoma?"

"Yes?"

"Thank you for coming with me."

"No problem. Good night."

"Good night." Pocahontas was so tired. Tomorrow would be a big day. Tomorrow, she would find John's family.

A/N- Hi, guys! What do you think so far? I hope you're enjoying it! Please review! I'm open for suggestions for future chapters though I pretty much have the rest of this story laid out. Well, please REVIEW! -Robin