So this is starting off where the HORRIBLE movie ended. I was so dissatisfied with the ending I felt the need to continue it until I was satisfied. I don't own Pocahontas or any of the characters, but I own this Fanfic.

"Perhaps we'll return to London one day." John Rolfe smiled, taking my hand. I smiled at him.

"Perhaps." I agreed, turning my dark eyes to the sea. There was much sailing ahead of us, but it wouldn't be too terrible with him by my side. He was the man that I had given everything up for, after all.

Miko and Percy sat at my feet, looking up at the redheaded man. Flit flitted beside me, finally at peace. At least they liked this man. I smiled at the memory of Flit feverishly attacking John Smith as he merely tried holding my hand.

"What are you thinking about?" John Rolfe asked. I turned to him and smiled.

"I am thinking of my tribe. My father will like you." John Rolfe smiled, a strange smile.

"I'm sure he will." I leaned against the ship's railing, staring at the sunset. John Rolfe leaned with me, following my eyes. "Do you miss him, John Smith?" He asked. I shook my head slowly, trying to convince myself it was the truth.

"Of course not, I have you." I said, turning to him. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

"Good. Wouldn't want you running off to him, now would I?"

"I would not do that to you." He chuckled and turned his dark green eyes back to the ocean, his mind full of thoughts that I would never hear.

"I'm glad."

We landed home many days later. John Rolfe and I left the large ship, followed my Miko, Flit, and Percy. The crew of the ship began unloading large boxes filled with supplies for the people of Jamestown. Nakoma ran to me from the gathering crowd and hugged me tightly.

"Pocahontas!" She said excitedly. I smiled and hugged her back.

"Nakoma!" We broke apart and her dark eyes rested on John Rolfe.

"Who is this?" She asked. I turned and took his hand, pulling John Rolfe to my best friend.

"This is John Rolfe. John Rolfe, this is Nakoma." John Rolfe smiled at her.

"Greetings, Nakoma." Nakoma narrowed her eyes at him and looked at me.

I distrust him. She said in our native language. I frowned.

What makes you say this? I asked her, also in our native language. She looked at him again.

I feel unsettled around him. She looked at me. I do not like him.

Oh, Nakoma. I smiled. You have yet to meet him.

"Mmmm." She said, looking at him once more before leaving. I looked at John Rolfe, wondering why my best friend felt so uncomfortable around him.

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