Captain John Smith and Pocahontas Page #6

in the empty houses.

And I will be Opechanco's chief accuser.

Pocahontas promises John Smith's knife

will drink deep in the heart of Opechanco.

And Pocahontas will laugh as she sees

vultures gorging themselves on his flesh.

Bring her back.

There's something stirring out there.

- It's Pocahontas.

- There's an Indian chasing her.

Open the gate!

Where have you come from?

I thought you were safe in the cabin.

I heard Opechanco's war drums.

I went to find Nantaquas.

Nantaquas told Opechanco

that Powhatan was friends to white skins.

Opechanco killed Nantaquas when

Nantaquas turned his back on Opechanco.

Then Opechanco has signed

his own death warrant...

when Powhatan learns of this.

It's too late to do us any good.

We can't hold out much longer.

Mayhap Nantaquas has served us as well

in death as he wished to do in life.

It is part of the tribe's law

that a blood brother has the right...

to avenge another's death.

And I am blood brother to Nantaquas.

- Isn't that right?

- You became son to Powhatan...

and blood brother to Nantaquas

when you married Pocahontas.

Send up two fire arrows together,

the signal of challenge.

The challenge is accepted.

Wait. Is John right?

Will Opechanco meet him

without treachery?

It is our law. Opechanco's own men

would kill him if he does not obey it.

John!

Take a look, lads!

Gather round, everybody!

What's that you have?

We found it, Captain,

about a mile down the river.

And there's a good dozen we left behind.

We were fishing, and loaded this

on our dugout, and brought it up.

- It's full of golden dust.

- Gold?

Aye. Virginia's full of this,

but it's not gold.

I've seen these kind of flakes before

in my travels.

It's what the Spanishers call fool's gold

and completely worthless.

How could you be sure?

It's gold when you look at it.

It's as much gold as most

of the will-o' -the-wisps men chase.

You don't have to take my word for it.

Send a cask to a London goldsmith,

and let him confirm what I'm telling you.

You say you found this cask

where you left others?

Aye.

The gold is worthless but it's plain someone

among us is meant to cheat the rest.

Do you know anything of this,

Mr. Wingfield?

I? Nothing. It's as strange to me as any.

I'd like to put a knife

into the man who did this.

We'll have to find him first.

Take this cask to my cabin.

Aye, sir.

You see, I told you so. Smith has been

hiding the gold from us, the cheat.

I knew it. All this talk about fool's gold

was but to serve one purpose.

To seize it for himself.

Look at it. Look how it glitters.

How can it be anything but gold?

But how are we going to get it out of here?

Simple enough. When they change

the guard at the gate...

it shouldn't be too difficult

to sneak it through into the woods.

And then it's all ours

to divide between the two of us.

Just the two of us.

Why, half of this is enough

to live like a rich man in London.

True, my friend, true.

But the whole of it

would make a man much richer.

The powder hut!

And you say he's been like this

for over a week?

Yes, Doctor, we did all we could for him,

but until you arrived with the ship...

there was no one here

with any knowledge of medicine.

He does not eat. His talk is wild.

There's no point in holding out false hopes,

Mr. Rolfe.

The burns alone are enough

to have killed any ordinary man.

How he survived until now

is a miracle of vitality.

He must live. I can save him.

I'm afraid that lies beyond human power.

There must be something we can do.

I have only one suggestion.

Get him aboard ship and out of this swamp.

The doctor said you wished to see me.

The ship sails on the tide.

They take me to England,

because they despair of my life.

It means, lad, that you will have to remain

in Jamestown to hold things together.

John, you give me a trust

I can't promise to live up to...

unless you leave Pocahontas here

to help me.

I have given enough of myself

to Jamestown.

She belongs to me alone now.

She goes with me.

Then you sign Jamestown's death warrant...

destroy everything

you've risked so much to build.

Pocahontas has kept the colony together

up to now.

She's kept it alive.

If it cannot do the same

for itself hereafter...

it deserves whatever fate

lies in store for it.

Jamestown has drained her strength.

I will not let it feed on her heart.

Go ashore. Get your belongings.

We sail within the hour.

But Pocahontas had made her decision.

Her heart sailed with me...

but she knew she was the bond of peace

between her people and Jamestown.

Without her the settlement would vanish

like a forgotten dream.

I wonder if it was right to let him sail alone.

- Are you sure that's what

he really wanted? - Yes.

Deep in her heart, Pocahontas knows.

He loved you, truly.

John also loved England.

He loved his king.

He loved Jamestown.

He also loved Pocahontas.

Now they're taking him back to England

to die.

And I know

that John would want Pocahontas...

to stay here and take care of his people.

I know he would want me

to help keep the peace between...

the white skins and the Indians.

Pocahontas knows

he really wants it this way.

You're a wise lady, Pocahontas...

as well as a great one.

To sacrifice your happiness

for a man's dream.

I love John Smith.

That is the story, Your Majesty.

Not my story, but the story of Jamestown.

And the story of the beautiful

and great Indian princess, Pocahontas.

Your king thanks you, Captain.

It is plain we owe you a debt

we have failed to discharge...

for the service you have rendered

crown and country.

Name your reward.

A post in my army? Governor of Virginia?

Sire, I could never return there.

Then you know that John Rolfe

and the Princess Pocahontas...

Are wed?

Yes, Your Majesty, I've heard.

Pocahontas thought me dead.

John Rolfe,

who I knew long had loved her...

has given her his name and protection

in the colony.

- He will be good to her.

- And you, what will you do?

Seek newer horizons, Your Majesty,

and fresh adventures.

It is the breath of my life.

I have Your Majesty's leave to depart?

With our good wishes, Captain.

And the hope that Virginia

will be as well served by others.

And here it stands

in London today.

A country's grateful tribute

to an Indian girl.

"A great lady.

"A princess of her people."

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