Chapter 2: Meet Her (short story written at 14)
Walking down the street, I could see a croud forming around a ship, I wonder what's going on. As I got closer, I see a dark skinned woman with John Rolfe. If the stories are to be believed, she must be Rebecca Rolfe, the little Indian that saved John Smith. I've met Smith and he's a good man. I must meet her. I have to soon, for I leave to home in Italy in three days time. If I don't, I'll ever regret it. Not even my wife could cure the pain of that regret.
Three days to get to Mrs. John Rolfe (to those that don't know historic names, I meant Pocahontas, John Rolfe's wife.). Three days to meet her.
Once she was out of the crowd, I started fallowing her. All day and and night, I made sure that she was never out of my sight, waiting for an oprotunity to show itself. One never did. It may seem odd to you since I'm a man, but I watched when she went potty and what she did with her husband at night. When she slept, I slept. She woke, I woke. I tried to talk to her, but the crowd stopped me. Same with the next day. And the next. When will this torture end? I can barely keep it together as it is! Today I must be off with this pain, pain that I can't stand. Maybe... No that thought is the devil's work but still.......
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