Captain John Smith and Pocahontas

if they think we've been warned.

Good. We'll teach them a lesson

they won't forget.

The lesson is like to be taught us,

since they outnumber us five-to-one.

And are fair aching to slit our throats

'cause of your treatment of them...

and abuse of their women.

- What's to be done, John?

- Get this sot on his feet.

Out with the light.

Now spread the word to the others.

Indians are about to attack.

Then take up defensive positions

behind the shelters.

And get word to the ship for help.

Move quickly,

or you'll never see the rise of the new sun.

We tried to get a message

through to the ships.

But each attempt was ended by the arrow

of a silent watchman.

Outnumbering us, they would be swarming

over before we could make our guns tell.

All we could do was wait.

Wait tensely.

Guns ready.

Out beyond the little band of settlers,

the war drums pounded our doom.

I think I heard something

in the brush over there.

No. You'll give away our position.

Walk, man. Don't stand and sweat.

The fool.

Now.

- They're quitting.

- Just keep sheltered and load.

We're not getting off this easy.

How you got off that ship,

I have no way of telling, yet...

but there's not room for two men

giving orders here.

So if you've a mind to settle the matter

here and now, I'll...

Look there!

They mean to burn us out into the open.

I'll form a water party

down by the river, Captain.

No. There's better work

than trying to empty the river. Rolfe.

- Get to the ship. You'll have

to swim for it. - Yes, Captain.

- Have them man the cannons.

- At what target?

The settlement. They are to fire our site

on ball and grapeshot.

One thing more.

Give me a signal shot of powder

Then cut loose with all you can cram

into the muzzles.

You'll kill us all.

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