Chapter Twenty-nine- The Return of Pocahontas

Pocahontas ran down the stairs of the ship to the below deck. She found Nakoma sleeping soundly. Pocahontas shook her awake.

"Nakoma! Nakoma, wake up! We're home!" She said happily.

"What? We're home?" Nakoma asked, jumping up.

"Yes!"

"Did we make it in time?" Pocahontas was quiet.

"I…I don't know." Pocahontas answered. She was quiet. She could only hope and pray she had made it home on time.

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Meanwhile, John sat in his cell. It was over. He was done for. Pocahontas hadn't made it back in time, though he knew she had tried. He knew she had tried her hardest. He hoped she was alright. John sighed. Today, any minute now, he would be taken away to the gallows. He wished he could have seen Pocahontas again. Maybe he would. Maybe she made it back! But John knew that if she had, she surly would have come to see him. No, she hadn't made it back. She had tried her hardest, John knew, to save him, but it hadn't worked. John was brought out of his thoughts by Eric opening the door. Eric closed the door behind him and went to sit beside his friend on the floor.

"You alright, John?" Eric asked.

"I'm fine, Eric." John answered.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm fine, Eric." John answered again.

"I know Pocahontas tried, John. You've gotta believe she tried." Eric said.

"I know she tried, Eric. I just…wish I could see her again." John said.

"I wish you could, too." Eric said.

"If you see her again after today, tell her I love her and that I know she tried and that I love her no matter what." John said, looking at Eric. Eric nodded. He hoped that Pocahontas would some way find a way to make it in time.

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Pocahontas and the others waited to be told they could leave the ship. Everyone was there except…

"Where is Samuel Smith?" Pocahontas asked, annoyed. She had to get off that ship! Finally, they were told they could leave! Samuel Smith would have to catch up later. Pocahontas had folded the documents and put them in her belt bag. She wanted to have them on hand for when she found John at the jail. The five friends ran to Thomas's house to leave their stuff to go find John. Pocahontas saw that everyone was gathering around the square. What was going on? Suddenly, Pocahontas froze in her tracks.

"Thomas! What's today?" Pocahontas asked hurriedly. Thomas, too, froze when he realized what today was.

"Oh no… Pocahontas, it's June twenty-first!" He said.

"No!" Pocahontas said. She started to run for the door when someone stopped her. It was Ratcliffe.

"I thought that was you." He snarled. He looked around the room.

"And I see you have your own little support team. Too bad you're too late. They've just sent for Smith. You're too late, savage." Ratcliffe said.

"No! No, you let me go!" Pocahontas screamed. Ratcliffe smiled a sinister smile and slammed the door to Thomas's house. From outside, he locked it by putting a large board over the doorway.

"No! No, let us out!" Wendy and Peter and Nakoma and Pocahontas screamed at the same time. Finally, Pocahontas ran to the window. She watched in horror as two men dragged and shoved John up onto the podium of the gallows. He hadn't changed a bit. But, though she was far away, Pocahontas could see that John was crying. She didn't know why and she didn't care; she just had to get out of Thomas's house! Thomas and Peter continued to bang on the door. Then Pocahontas saw someone she never thought she would be happy to see- Samuel Smith. He heard Peter and Thomas's cry and ran over to the locked house. He grabbed the board and shoved it aside. By that time, the man on the gallows by John had put the rope around John's neck. John's head was lowered and Pocahontas couldn't see his face, but she knew he was feeling like he was defeated and had given up.

"No! John! NO!" She screamed. She ran to the door just as Samuel kicked it down. She and the others ran as fast as they could towards the square.

"No! No, stop, please! No!" Pocahontas said as she ran. John looked towards her, but it was too late to stop the executioner.

"NO!" Pocahontas screamed. She watched in horror as the executioner pulled the lever.

A/N- Uh oh. BAD FINGERS! BAD! HELP! Please, please, please don't hate me! Hate my fingers! But please continue to read on even if you think you know what's going to happen! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU, DON'T ABANDON MY STORY AND NOT REVIEW! You never know what might happen in chapter 30!