Authors Note: Sorry, but I signed up for a new weekend school course, and well, I won't be able to post chapters on the weekends, and being in Grade 6, we're getting alot of homework these days to prepare us for the big, year-round test (It's called E.Q.A.O and it is harsh!!) This has been updated countless times, and I'm proud to say, this chapter is finished! The next one shouldn't take more than a day, and I hope to make it longer!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A JOURNEY TO REMEMBER~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter Four: Time to get it done!

John woke up for the second time in the morning with a splitting headache. He kicked up his feet, resulting in the tossing of the ragged sheets (a stupid excuse for a blanket it was) and stepping off his bed. He rubbed and ruffled his blonde hair for what seemed like the hundreth time that evening. He had only sleeped for 3 hours and it was still shining bright outside. The man looked at his watch before grumbling, "Naps are never good, it just wastes time" he told himself.

He walked towards a little door on the right side of his bed-chambers, it lead to a small and stufffy washroom. Gosh, I need to find better Inn's! he thought. John straightened his back with an unpleasent "crack!" sound before grunting and entering the small room. He then propped his arms upon the small countertop of the sink, and stared at his reflection in the mirror, "What are you going to do, Johnny?" he called to himself. Smith suddenly realised that he had grown stubble and snatched a little razor from a platform hanging on the wall.

Yes John, what are you going to do?

Please don't go, John! I'm afraid we may not come back rich, or even alive!

Whatever, do what the coward says, but your letting down a great oppertuinity...

Hearing no reply from his right side, the left voice continued with a snicker,

Think of all the gold... The Fame! Oh, the fame would be wonderous! You could even recive a promotion from the King, himself! Or maybe... No.. You could BECOME the King!

Smith grinned, as he liked the sound of that, but his thoughts were suddenly inturrupted by his own yell, "YOWCH!" he exclaimed in pain. His hand immediantly let go of the sharp razor he held in his hands, seeing that it had cut him across his palm. His yelp turned to hissing as he noticed the blood oozing from his hand. With a grumble, he opened a small cabinet above the mirror before taking a little roll of cloth and wrapping it around his wounded side. "Be more careful! Stop getting into your own thoughts! Since when were you like this?" then he put the roll back into it's original place and looked at his bandaged arm, remembering when he was a meer child, always dazing off and forgetting about the world around him. "Life isn't all dreams" he whispered, the same qoute his father told him. He shook his head, "Be a man, John. It's time to grow up!"

Yes...

"I need to get out of my thoughts!

Yes, yes!

"I WILL go!"

YES!

"I WILL GET OUT AND FOLLOW MY DREAMS!"

Umm... Lets just focus on the money, eh?

But John wasn't listening to his mind or his urges, he was just doing what he thought would benifit him. He snatched his clothes and messily through them in a suitcase, grabbing a shirt, armor (just incase of savages) a helmet and an extra pair of pants and a white shirt. Slamming shut, the locks of the brown suitcase, he slid his feet into a pair of socks and jumped into his shoes. Then he was gone. Out the door, and running through the skimpy excuse of an inn (the upstairs is an inn and the downstairs is a pub) before stumbling down the stairs that led towards the 1rst floor. As he ran feebily with his shoes that were barely able to cover his toes, Smith made his way passed the bar while yelling over his shoulder, "Thanks Charles!" and tossing a few gold coins that meraculously managed to land in the muscley hands of the bar-tender. With a smile, he replied, waving a farewell with the hand that held the ever-present cleaning rag, "Be careful, Johnny!" but was unheard by the blonde man, for he was already out of the building and running through the streets of London, clinging onto his messy suitcase and trying hard not to trip on the shoes that kept slipping from his feet. Charley, back in the pub, was looking down at the peices of gold, copper and silver, before looking up with an annoyed look and shouting out at particulary no one, "OI! YOUR 5 GOLD SHORT!" And as if on cue, 5 peices of the money suddenly rolled out from underneath the door. The bar-tender sighed and picked up the payment while muttering, "I swear, the only thing this guy knows to do right is ta' kill indians, I'll tell ya' that."

Just on the outskirts of Jamestown, a man with messy blonde hair and an unflattering-morning-stubble was running like a maniac towards the docks of London. Bilegerant thoughts were screaming through his mind as he ran towards the ship-dockings. He slowed to a stop infront of a grand vessel, he assumed to be owned by the famous . He stood unsure of where to go, prepared to make his choice to join before he changed his mind. Better now than never...

~~~~~~~~~~~MEANWHILE~~~~~~~~~~~

Pocohontas sighed as her tender feet came into contact with the soft dirt road of the land. The sound of cheerful cries echoed through the canoe's area as the two native ladies entered the scene. Meeko chittered excitedly and hopped out of the women's arms. Nakoma was first to point up at her father whom was giving a speach to his admiring tribe members. At first, she did not notice her father amongst the joyful crowd, but Powhaton's head jerked in her direction and his large smile announced that it was really him. She was about to send her running arms-open towards the cheif, but realised that it was not the time to do so.

The cheif turned his attention back to the crowd. "The battle lasted until the rising of the sun," he continued, enhancing the minds of all the young and old that stood so proud before him. "Until the evening shallows fell. Our warriors fought with courage!" he raised his staff to make clear to all the soilders that they would also get the credit from battle. "But not as bravely as Kokoum" he stated, gesturing with kind hands towards the soilder that stood so proudly by his side. The man nodded as cheers erupted from the crowd of tribe-members. The cheers began to quiet as the superior spoke once more, "For he fought with the feirce strength of a bear." As if in cue, Kekata had entered the scene and dipped a hand in the tribal pain he carried in his right, while using his left to create the shape of a magnificent bear-paw over Kokoum's broad, sturdy chest. "He has proven himself strongely in the midst of battle with his courage."

Pocohontas had to try hard to sustain herself from laughing at the soilder's blank expression as one of the most important honors were being bestowed upon him. Nakoma disdained her train of thought by whispering in awe, "Ohhh, he is SOOO handsome!" Her friend repsonded with a "Hmph" of dis-taste. With a hint of sarcasm, she leaned slightly towards her partner, "especially with his dashing 'smile' " she stifled a giggle. As if to emphisize her point, she flicked her head in the direction of the warrior who stood with a hint of boredom, his left hand reached down and scratched his knee and he yawned as the speach continued. Nakoma tried her best to say otherwise, but when her mouth opened, all she did was let out an agreeful laugh, of which Pocohontas had joined.

Both the ladie's focus went back towards Cheif Powhatan as he raised his voice and ever-present staff, "We will feast in his honor!" upon seeing that this was rare, due to the coming of fall, everyone cheered in unison, and Nakoma jumped up in excitement. Pochontas laughed in joy and thrust her fist in the air with a cry of her own. Soon the crowd (particulary the children) were running towards the village and the men brought out the food they had hunted, and everyone began preparing for the night's feast.

It wasn't long until Pocohontas set herself running towards an even kinder destination, her father's spread arms. "My daughter!" he exclaimed in love as she jumped upon him with such force that he stumbled slightly back and hugged her. In a few moments, she was wrapped in his welcoming embrace, "Father your back" she said as she nuzzled his chest lovingly, and he hugged her tighter. "Wingapo, father!" she said, not taking the time to resist the smile that burst over her face. The Cheif rested his cheek over her head and smiled even larger, "Seeing you, gives me great joy" he rubbed her back comfortingly. Finally, both natives pulled away from eachother and the women of the two spoke, "I'm so glad you've come home safely." her only reply was her father leaving her side, (keeping his hand on her back to beckon her with him) and beggining to walk forward, "Come with me, we have much to discuss" he said as his daughter followed him with intrest.

As the two natives made they're way to their high-ranked teepee, small chit-chat and such we're given, "I want to hear everything that you've been doing" Powhatan said. And the two disappeared between the fabric walls of the shelter, speaking to one another with intrest and love. As they entered the teepee, the cheif had a thought that made him slightly anxious, It's time I tell her, he thought to himself, better now than never...

Authors Note: Again, I'm sorry for the delay. The rest of the story shall continue in another chapter. I'm still working on some romance I hope to add into it, please forgive me. Once more, thank you to "An Unknown Foreign Beauty" and "liana jan 2009" for reviewing my stories! I'll be sure to do the same for you too! :) Remember guys, I'm only 11 years old! I get alot of homework and stuff, so please be easy. My parents only give me a couple minutes on the computer a day, so again, sorry.