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NOTE: I only got to the part where she comes off the cliff. Now I'm going to continue from the last chapter, and yes, I know its sad, but we must get away from Meeko and Flit's silly antics to get back to the story! Lol. As you have probobly found out. The beggining of chapter one, where Pocohontas is speaking to Meeko was my origninal idea, so yeah. And at chapter one well... The whole thing was my idea... Yeeeahhh... On this chapter I'm going to also go back to London to see whats going on with John Smith through the beggining. You know... If he really DID accept to go on the journey... After all, I'm not going to have the entire story revolving around what happened in the movie! It's going to change a little... Don't you worry! I'll be explaining his choice.. And WHY he choses to go... (Your gonna' be shocked I know it!) but first with Pocohontas, lol. Okay, I researched a little bit, and I came upon the real place that Pocohontas was in! But remember, this is based on the DISNEY CARTOON, not real historical things and facts. But I just thought doing a little research could help bring some.... Pizazz! Now... ON WITH THE SHOW!... ER... STORY!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A JOURNEY TO REMEMBER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter Three: Two Decisons Made!
Tenakomakah, Tidewater Region, Virginia
Pocohontas and Nakoma had finally made they're way through the river, on the way, exchanging a few words. Nakoma was the first to speak while climbing into the canoe, "What were you doing up there?" she asked curiously. Pocohontas was one of the adventerous type, but she never thought of her to risk jumping off a cliff so high! But ofcourse, Pocohontas was quite an intresting person... Her friend's question brought the young native out of her thoughts, "thinking" she replied simply, while squeezing her hair to rid it of the clingy water. Meeko, who had miraculously managed to clamber on the little canoe shook his furried body to dry. Nakoma reeled back, taken by suprise, Pocohontas however spoke sternly to the raccon, "Meeko!" Nakoma sighed irratatedly before moving the attention back to they're conversation, "About the dream again?" She looked eager for a moment before blurting out, "Have you figured it out yet?" Her friend looked surpised at the sudden question before borrowing the same anxious look, "I know it means something! I just don't know what" she explained while tossing her hair to the side, suddenly wishing that she was back ontop of the mountain, seeking her mother's guidance from the wind once , Nakoma suprised her with another sudden outburst, "Well, you should tell your father about it" Pocohontas was taken aback, considering the thought before mumbled more to herself than to her friend, "Maybe I should..."
From behind her, Meeko cooed softly, taking Pocohontas' attention to the bubbles that arised from the surface of the water. She sighed and stuck a hand into the water before retriving Flit, who was by now, without breath, puffing and huffing in anger and lack of air. Pocohontas left her hand as a little platform for Flit, while all the time thinking about getting to camp. With an eager voice, Pocohontas scowled the water-filled Flit, "Quit playing around! We have to get back!" and the always curious Meeko took a paw and pressed lightly onto the humming bird's inflated stomach, watching with curious eyes as a line of water outdrew from Flit's mouth like a fountain.
Pocohontas sighed softly as Nakoma and she began to penetrate the river's surface with the oars, paddling silently through the stream.
You shouldn't tell your father... said a little voice from the back of her head,
Yes you should, you know how he worries, another voice retorted,
Thats exactly why you shouldn't tell him! He'll get all worried and concerned!
Well maybe there is a good reason to be concerned! He can help you to find the meaning behind those strange dreams... came a persuasive reply
Hmm... Maybe you got a point... And the voices ended, they're opinons echoing through Pocohontas' head.
She sighed softly and waved away the thoughts from her mind, making a final decison to tell him before Nakoma announced that they had landed on dry land. It was now or never... Pocohontas sighed softly... She had made her decison.
North America, Jamestown, London:
John spent his last hours of the night thinking hard. (Not to mention taking a few drinks to ease the headache he'd gotten) he needed to make a decision. Before going to his room in the "Forgivable Trout Inn" he began recap-ing what the skinny man had told him just a few hours ago. It was 1:00am now. The pub downstairs was empty... Well, except for the Muscle-Monster bartender, and the deep-in-thought John Smith. His head rested on his propped-up arms, brow furrowed, creating temporary creases in his handsome face. His blonde hair was a complete mess now, after being rubbed, ruffled and even smacked repeatedly for the last 3 hours. The sound of clanking bottles and the never-ending "THUMP, THUMP, THUMP" of the bar-tenders feet we're the only things that echoed through the dark room. Only one light, (the one over the bartender) was on, leaving the rest of the room in a dark shadow, the sun outside the windows not helping.
"Gimme' another one, Charley" he mumbled through a clenched fist. He needed to make a decison, wether to go on voyage to the new world, or to stay. Charley, the magnificently ripp-bartender sighed while tossing the rag he used to clean up, into the sink behind. "John" came a deep voice, "You have to make a decison." Smith raised his aching head from the hands he placed them in, "How did you know about that?" The buff man behind the desk retrieved another, fresh, rag to replace the old one now in the sink, while slamming it down to the countertop and scrubbing. He shrugged nonchalontly before replying, "I saw that stick-of-a-man come in and talk wit' ya'. Seems real friendly, e' does." John only groaned, "You goin' wit' em' or not?" continued the bar-tender. "Well..." came his grumpy voice. "I don't know..." Charley sighed, "well, make a good choice, cuz' I heard the ship sails tomorro' an' ain't comin' till three months after." The blonde man groaned again and began to drunkly stand up, supporting himself with a steady hand on the counter-top. "See ya' Johnny'" was all that he heard before the man dissapeared behind the staircase, of the pub, walking to the up-stairs Inn rooms. With a sigh and a ruffle of his hair, John made his way to his room, tossing his coat on the skimpy bed before dropping his own self onto the poor-excuse for a sleeping area. He closed his eyes and ran a hand through his already-tattered blonde hair. "What'ar ya' gonna' do, John?" And slowly, he drifted away into his own mind.
"You should go..." came a little shriek from his right,
"No. It's dangerous! Don't risk it!" came another cry,
John groaned in his sleep, "It is risky..."
"Thats a good boy" came the same cry,
"No! Think of all the things you could uncover in that sailing! Millions of golden coins, just waiting for you to claim them!"
John sighed contently, imagining himself bathing in a sea of gold, "I do like gold..." he mumbled
"Yes... And think of the savages! What fun it would be to watch them fall to the ground as they plead for mercy!"
"But they don't deserve it!" came a shrill outburst
"Don't listen to him!" insisted his left voice, "Listen to me! You and I both know your on the edge of going broke!"
"Ugh, don't remind me" John grumbled.
"But think of you're home! Won't you miss it here?" spoke the right voice,
"You call this a home? Shut up and let me speak" retorted the left.
"No, he's got a point... What if I don't come back alive... Or even worse... What if I come back broke?" The man mumbled
The left voice sighed in frustration and dissapointment before beggining to fade away, "You've always been the coward, John... I just thought you might want to live up to your reputation..." Smith groaned in defeat. He lay his head on the pillow and sighed as the voices dissapeared and he entered a realm of black sleep. It was still bright day-light but all that alcohol and heavy-thinking made a man tired. And he began to day-dream while sleeping... That morning, John made his decison...
A/N Ehh... Still not long... Praise for chapter 4, I promise it will be long, and we will have some action going on *rubs hands evily* oh yeah and by the way, "THANK YOU TO An Unknown Foreign Beauty for being my first ever reviewer! I love you!!! lool. Guys, be nice and visit her profile, read her books, subscribe, ect. You're very nice to do that for me lol. Again, thanks to all of you who reviewd and a special thanks to "An Unknown Foreign Beauty" again, you encouraged me and kept me going. Read, Rate and Review guys! Oh, and speaking of the three R's... Also remember to Recycle, re-use and reduce! lol! Thanks! :)