Chapter Twenty- A New Plan
"Don't need who?" Samuel Smith asked again. Everyone began to stutter.
"Uh…um…no one…" Thomas said.
"Right! No one!" Wendy said.
"I think you are lying to me, Wendy Luanne Smith." Samuel said.
"Fine. We were saying we don't need you." Pocahontas spat at him. "It's not like you actually care about John enough to help us."
"That's where you're wrong. I do care about John. In fact, I'm going to help you just to prove it." Samuel said and Peter and Wendy's eyes widened in surprise. For once, their father was putting his family before anything else!
"So you'll help us?" Pocahontas asked.
"Yes. I'll help you." Samuel Smith said. "But we need a new plan. Here's what we're going to do. I have a meeting with the king in two weeks. I'll take you all along. Keep in mind that the king may not be as easy as I was to persuade. I thought about what you said, Pocahontas. That my job was more important than my family. Well, I would give it all up for my family if I had to. I might not have when Charlotte died, but I would today, no matter what you or John thinks." Samuel said, mentioning John's mother.
"Really?" Wendy and Peter asked.
"Really." Samuel replied.
…oOo…
Meanwhile, back in Virginia, another plan was being put into action. Powhatan, in a raging blizzard, along with three warriors, made his way to Jamestown. He was going to reason with John's captors. Or at least try. He knew that Pocahontas was trying everything she could in England…maybe he could do all he could do here. Powhatan and his warriors made their way to the jail. Powhatan knocked on the door.
Eric, who had been sleeping in chair, fell over from surprise. Who could that be in a storm like this? He couldn't see two feet in front of him outside! He went to the door and opened it.
"Chief Powhatan!" He said, recognizing Pocahontas's father. Powhatan nodded.
"Hello." He said. Eric moved aside and let him and the three warriors inside.
"Why have you come here in such a storm?" Eric asked. "Did you not know Pocahontas is in England?"
"I knew that." Powhatan said. "I came here to see John." Eric nodded.
"I have to warn you, it's pretty cold in there." Eric said.
"Then why haven't you moved him from the cell?" Powhatan asked.
"I don't have the key to the cuff on his hand. I would if not for that, but I can't." Eric explained as he led the way through the jail to the coldest, darkest cell Ratcliffe could find.
"Why is he 'cuffed' to the wall?" Powhatan asked.
"Ratcliffe's orders." Eric replied. He turned the key and opened the door.
John looked up. Who could be visiting him? Surely Pocahontas wasn't back yet. No, instead, there stood her father.
A/N- Samuel Smith is going to help them! YAY! As you may have already figured out, my fingers do the talking, not my brain. So if you find any typos, blame it on my fingers, not my intelligence. So this story is the creation of my fingers…OK… Anyway, please review!