John stood on the bow of the ship headed for the new world. He lifted his head to feel the cool ocean breeze as it blew through his hair and clothes. John closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. In only a few short days they would reach the harbor at Jamestown. Normally, he would have been excited to get of the ship and conquer new lands. But not this time. This time, the only thing in his thoughts was a certain young woman. A woman with long raven hair and dark eyes that lit up when she laughed. A woman he had left two long years ago and had hope that they would reunite someday. A woman who made his heart beat faster when in her presence and fit in his arms so perfectly. The woman who he prayed for day and night and who he knew was his one and only. A woman named Pocahontas. He remem bered back to their time together and a smile played on his lips. She had opened the door of a new understanding for him. An understanding of nature and an appreciation for it�s beauty. He still remembered the pain in her eyes at the time of his departure. It had been a long two years. Years of healing, both physically and emotionally. Physically from his wound, which even now still made him wince a bit and emotionally from leaving her behind and having renewed hope three months ago when the ship left the English harbor. �I�m on my way, my love.� he said to himself. �Just wait a few more days. Then our dream will become reality.�
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Pocahontas and Nakoma slowly made their way to Powhaton�s meeting house They walked side be side, chatting and laughing the whole way. Even while enjoying this time with her friend, Pocahontas couldn�t help but wonder what John was doing or even if he was still alive. She missed him more than she would ever let anyone know and couldn�t help but glance toward the river every so often just in case. Nakoma glanced over at her friend and gave her hand a supportive squeeze. Pocahontas smiled back. She was truly blessed to have a friend like Nakoma. As they neared her father�s house, Pocahontas noticed him waiting there for them. When Powhaton saw them coming, he broke into a big smile. �There you are my dear,� he said taking his daughter�s hands in his and leading her inside. �What did you want to speak with me about, father?� Pocahontas asked. Powhaton smiled with great delight. �I have a surprise for you, my daughter. Do you remember Tokum.?� he asked
�Tokum?� Pocahontas said, searching through her memory for the name. She then brightened. �oh, of course. How could I forget Tokum? He was one of my best friend growing up. Sort of like the brother I never had.� she said to Nakoma�s questioning gaze. �Well, he�s here and he has something he want�s to ask you.� �Well, where is he?� Pocahontas asked. �Right here.� came a voice from behind her. Pocahontas whirled around to see her old friend who picked her up and twirled her around in a brotherly embrace. �Tokum, it�s so good to see you. How are you? Where have you been all this time? She asked, throwing out one question after the other. �All in good time dear.� Tokum replied. �First I must ask you something. I have spoken with your father and he has given his consent. Now I must ask the same of you. Pocahontas, will you allow me to have your hand in marriage?�