Author's Note: Good God, I am soooooooo sorry! My hand was so horribly burned that I hadn't the health to even pick up a pencil. It was my good hand as well and so I was rendered helpless and couldn't post a chapter up for quite a damn long time. Again, I apologize for my absence, please forgive me as your humbled writer.

Note: This chapter will contain more of MY OWN dialouge. Also, I have become aware that I have not posted any 'Disclaimers' for my story, and I was going to ask (as your humble writer) if such ignorance brings conciquences. So in other words, does my story get copyrighted and deleted if I don't have a disclaimer?

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

Chapter Six: Promises

Pocohontas sighed to the raccoon that scurried onto her shoulder. She gently took him in her hands and placed him on the grass again. Flit hummed unsurely, sensing the tension in the air. The native women lay on her back and faced the clouds, watching as the white mists changed they're shape from a duck, to a man. 'A man...' Pocohontas sighed, 'father wants me to marry a man I have never even spoken too' She took a deep breath before trying to think onto another subject. Eventually, her mind set to looking at the odd shapes in the sky. Pocohontas watched as the man-shaped cloud changed once again, this time into the form of a women. A women much to similar to her mother.

Subconciously, Pocohontas reached out her hand and gently ran her fingers over the cold, smooth stone embedded in the middle of her mother's necklace. 'Not my mothers...' She remembered with a smile, 'Mine now' She had a warm feeling pool into her stomach as the figure in the sky seemed to smile. Feeling as though she couldn't hold back her tears any longer, Pocohontas rolled onto her side, propping her head up with her elbow. Meeko scurried to look into her face, than noticed the change of jewlery and curiously nipped at the necklace she wore, examining it then chittering and leading Flit back to the campsite. The raccoon sensed Pocohontas' need for solituide and trudged on until he reached the safety of the forest, where, he began to harvest berries for his stomach's pleasure.

The native women felt something wet trickling down her cheek and reached a curious hand to examine the liquid. It twinkled in the sunlight and she laughed without real emotion, "Look at me, a grown women, crying over something from so long ago." But she couldn't help but miss the feeling of her mother's warm arms embracing her. Feeling suddenly lonely, Pocohontas wrapped her arms in a self-hug, recieving only a small percentage of comfort.

From the far corner of her mind slid out a memory she had cherised since birth:

Pocohontas' mother sat in the midst of the village. It was bright dawn and only a few villagers were awake, keeping quiet to avoid waking the others who were still asleep in they're teepees. In her arms was a young native girl, with beautiful black hair running down her back, much similar to her mothers. "Pocohontas" the women whispered. "Yes mama?" she said in her high voice. Her mother smiled and pushed back a loose strand of her hair, "When your father wakes up, I want you to go fishing together, is that understood?" Pocohontas raised a questioning brow, "But isn't that a boy's job?" Her mother laughed in response as she put her hands on her hips and huffed, "I'm not a boy!"

Pocohontas grinned as her mother's laughter grew and she embraced her in a hug, then soon her laughter became sobs, and the young girl felt tears streaming through her deer-skin clothes. "Mom? Why do you shed tears?" Her mother hugged her tighter, "I am just so proud of you Pocohontas. Promise me something?" The little girl pulled away from the hug to look her mother in the eyes, "Yeah?" The native women smiled, "Promise me that you will grow to become a beautiful, strong, independant women, alright?" Pocohontas was confused, as she was only a small child, but reached up a hand to wipe away her mother's tears, "I promise" she whispered. And her mother pulled her to her chest and didn't let go until the majority of the village awoke.

Pocohontas sighed and got up from her lay, and crawled to the nearest tree, then kneeled her back onto it and hugged her knees to her chest. There, she cried, and the wind seemed to grow warmer as it wrapped her in it's embrace. From the corner that she snuggled in, Pocohontas whispered to the wind that played with her hair, "I promise."

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

John whistled in amazement when he saw the grand ship docked at London's waters. He looked around to see people buzzing everywhere across the docks like busy bees, each man hugging a women or their children. 'This must really be a hazardous trip if everyone is so anxious!' He thought to himself. Smith felt a bit of hesitation when he realised that he was standing near a line of people who were signing up for the voyage.

'What are you waiting for? Go on!' Said the little rude voice in his head.

"But what if they don't want me to join the journey?" John accidently said aloud. A minature form of himself appeared on his left shoulder, seemingly visible only to him.

'Your thinkin' crazy, Johnny! THEY'RE the ones that came looking for you in the bar! Ofcourse they want you! You're the best damn savage-killer in all of London! They're couldn't possibly be anyone they'd want more, than you to shoot those vile creatures.'

"I suppose your right..." He shrugged to himself and the little figure disappeared, leaving him once more standing in the crowded bay near the sign-up line. A little girl tugged on his sleeve, making him turned to look her in the eye. "Why hello there!" He said merrily. The young lass giggled and asked curiously, "Why were you talking to yourself?" To this question, John akwardly rubbed his neck, "Well uh-" But was cut off by a women dressed in purple, wrapping her arms around the child and pressing her close, "Abline! You know more than to get into other people's buisness! Especially when it's someone you don't know!"

From beside the women and child, a man, looking around the ages of a fresh 20 years or-so walked up to John and laid out a hand in a friendly gesture. He lay out his own hand and shook his before watching the young man politely bow. "Sorry Sir, you'll have to excuse my daughter, she has a curiousity that reached beyond the Earth's bounderies!" He grinned and playfully poked the child on her stomach, recieving a giggle from her.

John smiled politely and friendly slapped the man on the back, "Aren't you too young to be having a kid?" Both men laughed in response to the funny comment and the younger one began to lead John to the end of the line, where he previously was. "Are you signing to go aboard The Domination?" He asked, reffering to the giant vessel that stood before the dock. John shrugged, "I suppose so." The younger man pat him on the shoulder, "Then I guess we'll see eachother a lot! I'm Thomas, it's a pleasure to meet your inquiry, Sir." Smith smiled politely and replied, "Thank you, I'm John Smith, it's a blessin' to meet you, Thomas." His new friend's jaw dropped, mouth agape at his introduction. "Smith? John Smith?" All he did was nod curiously at his expression, "Yeah, that's me... What of it?" Thomas blinked and rubbed his eyes disbelivingly, "THEE John Smith?"

(Author's Note: Haha, get prepared for a false history that I made up!) "The same John Smith that went on a countless number of voyages to the world beyond? The same John Smith that can look a bear in the eye and not feel fear before killing it? The same John Smith that can kill a whole tribe of savages single-handedly? The same J-" The older man cut him off by holding both his hands up as if in surrunder, "Woah there! Calm down Thomas, your eyes are gonna' pop out of your head if you keep em' wide open like that!" His friend grinned sheepishly before recovering from his Star-struck gaze. "Sorry there, got a little carried away." Smith laughed and pat him friendly on the back, then guided them closer to the start of the line, now only 3 people away from the sign-up booth.

"Now, I don't know what those rumours bin' telling you, but there is a large amount of excaggeration in there! Most of that is true though" he said with ego boasting from every angle of his body. John shone in his feild of ego before suddenly coming back to reality to find Thomas infront of him, signing his name on an offical-looking peice of paper. Whence Thomas finished, he handed over the pen to his friend and pat him on the back re-assuringly, "The cheif'll love for you to join! I'll meet you on deck, Good luck!" He said before in-expertly wobbling up the plank that connected to the deck of the grand ship.

John laughed at his enthusiasum, "Like a kid on Christmas!" he said with a chuckle, before signing his name onto the paper and proffesionally sprinting up onto deck. From below, his sides, and even from atop, cheers and shouts of recognition echoed as they saw the 'proffesional savage-slayer-Smith' hop on board and immediantly take control of his duties as look-out. He grinned again at his famely reputation before clutching onto the rope of the mast and hulling his body stealthily up to the barrel that the look-outs resided in for duty. From below him, Thomas shouted up, "With Smith on our side, we can conqer any hoard of savages!" and John chuckled loudly, "I promise we will, Thomas! I promise!"

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that guys. This chapter was completely dedicated to my two wonderful friends, Jhel and Liana, (An Unknown Foriegn Beauty AND liana-jan2009) Please read and review they're stories as well. They are amazing writers and are even more passionate about they're work more than I am. You guys have helped to inspire me to continue writing, so much that even my words canno't explain my gratitiuide towards you two.

Your Humble Writer,

~Anita