So they book the ship back to the New World.
Thomas does not want to leave. Does not want to leave Meg. He has stony arguments with his father, goes through periods of silence. Announces his intention to become a sailor, to go with Meg and John, see a hundred places. Marry her.
Pocahontas wants to scream, sometimes. She can't bear it. She will have to go back, to those solid walls and stifled gardens, to the place where the wind blows in vain against glass. She will stop breathing again.
And if her son has his way, she might never see him again.
One night she cannot stand it any longer. It's after another argument, and Thomas as stormed out, gone to find the girl he loves with or without his father's blessing, and she is lying in the darkness of her bed.
And.
The wind whispers urgency against the glass.
She climbs out of the window, dangles herself from the tree outside, and falls, crouching, silent, to the ground.
She has to tell him.