Chapter Twenty-one- John's Visitor
John looked up at Powhatan, surprised that he had come all this way in the storm.
"Powhatan!" He said. Powhatan nodded.
"Hello, John." Powhatan said in return. John wondered what he was doing there. Why had he come all the way there in the storm?
"What are you doing here?" John asked.
"I came to speak with you." Powhatan said.
"About what?" John asked.
"Nothing really." Powhatan said.
"Do you know where Pocahontas is?" John asked, knowing that could be what Powhatan was going to ask him.
"Yes, she's in England, trying to save you." Powhatan said.
"Right." John said with a sigh. He hoped she was doing alright.
"I came to tell you of a plan." Powhatan said.
"Plan?" John asked, looking up at him.
"Yes, a plan to help you escape." Powhatan said. John sighed and shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Powhatan. I can't do that." He said sadly. Powhatan looked at him.
"Why not?" John showed him the now healing scars of the lashings he had received.
"This will happen again." John said. Powhatan was quiet. He didn't want that to happen again.
"Why?" Powhatan asked.
"Because Ratcliffe ordered it." John said. Powhatan looked at him.
"The one that shot you?" He asked. John nodded.
"Yes, Ratcliffe is the one that shot me." He said, remembering the pain from the gunshot wound.
"Where is he?" Powhatan asked, the anger relevant in his voice. John was quiet.
"He's in England, Powhatan. Where Pocahontas is." Powhatan was speechless.
"How could you let this happen? How could you let him go over there?" Powhatan practically yelled. John jumped to his feet and looked at Powhatan in disbelief.
"You think I let him go? You think I let him follow her there? How can you for one minute even think that I would let that rat hurt Pocahontas? There's nothing I can do, Powhatan! I would never let him hurt her! And if he's not over there, then he's here, but he's got someone to hurt her! I know that rat! He'll try everything in his power to have her killed, Powhatan, and there is nothing I can do about it!" John snapped, almost screamed. Powhatan stared at him in shock.
"John, I didn't mean any of what I said." Powhatan said, knowing that John had only snapped at him in self defense. John sighed and sank back to the ground.
"I know. I know." He said. He sighed. "I didn't mean a thing I said, either." John said sadly.
"I'm sorry, John. I wish there as some way to get you out of here. I wish there was something someone could do." Powhatan said. John looked at him and smiled.
"But there is something someone can do and there is someone who is trying to save me. And her name is Pocahontas."
A/N- Sorry AGAIN for the shorty, ya'll, but we REALLY to get back to Pocahontas and the others in England. Well, please review! This week of school has been so stressful! My grandma is sick and my mom is headed home to Arkansas to help her and school is just taking it out of me. My refuge has been this story. It just keeps getting better and better! Thank God it's Friday! Anyway, see ya! -Robin