Pocahontas 2: Journey to a New World

He's inside.

- Get him!

- He's gone!

- Search the room.

- Hey, a party. Am I invited?

"John Smith,

in the name of the king,

you are under arrest

for treason in Jamestown."

Treason?

You must be looking for Ratcliffe.

Don't let him get away!

After him!

- Thanks for droppin' in.

Anyone else care

to join him?

Cut him off!

I've got him now!

Oh, he's jumped!

The king believed

my story.

Pity. I so would have preferred

to see you hanged.

I did everything I could

to save him.

And that is the death

of John Smith.

- I wanted him alive!

- As did I.

But, your majesty, you don't need him

to confirm what I've already told you.

We must wait until John Rolfe returns

with the chief of these Indians.

The chief will only tell you

more heathen lies. War is the only way.

Very well, Ratcliffe.

Prepare your armada, then.

But we will await the return

of John Rolfe... and the Indian chief.

Oh, much time has passed

since the news of John Smith's death.

Perhaps it's time

to put this behind you.

I know you are right.

It's just hard to say goodbye.

The earth is cold

The fields are bare

The branches fold against the wind

that's everywhere

The birds move on so they survive

When snow's so deep

the bears all sleep

- To keep themselves alive

They do what they must

for now

And trust in their plan

If I trust in mine

somehow I might find

Who I am

But where do I go from here

So many voices

Ringing in my ear

Which is the voice

That I was meant to hear

How will I know

Where do I go

From here

My world has changed

and so have I

I've learned to choose

and even learned to say goodbye

The path ahead

so hard to see

It winds and bends

but where it ends

Depends on only me

In my heart

I don't feel part

Of so much I've known

Now it seems

it's time to start

A new life on my own

But where do I go

from here

So many voices

ringing in my ear

Which is the voice

That I was meant to hear

How will I know

Where do I go

- From here

Ship ahoy!

Ship's coming!

Ship's coming!

Open the gate!

Cast a line!

Put your backs into it!

Together, men!

Easy left!

Attention!

Filthy barbarian.

Huh?

Whoa, boy!

Steady! Whoa!

Filthy savage!

No, wait!

- Wait!

- Stand down!

It's all right now.

I've taken care of it.

The settlers need to know

they can trust us to do the right thing.

- You should not have interfered.

- I beg your pardon?

All right. You have it.

- I was trying to help.

- I did not ask for your help.

Well, you didn't say

"thank you" either.

- Whatever happened to manners and etiquette?

- Well,

since you are new here

I don't expect you to have them yet.

Women!

I fear the Indians may wage war.

Oh, my dear,

Pocahontas would never allow that.

- Pocahontas?

- Hmm.

- John Rolfe, your horse, sir.

Oh, there you are.

Thank you.

It's time I met

this Chief Pocahontas.

Great chief,

I am John Rolfe.

According to the customs--

- How do you do?

- Let him pass.

According to the customs of Greater

Britain, I would like to present...

this horse as a gift of peace

to the mighty Pocahontas.

- Daughter,

- You?

this beast is for you.

No, I'm sorry.

It's my fault.

This horse,

it's meant for--

- Pocahontas, your king said. Or did he speak falsely?

- No!

Never.

It's just that-- This is--

No, th-this is

perfectly fine.

- Hmm. Good job, Rolfe.

I believe we can prosper together in this

great land under King James' gracious rule.

To build trust,

I would like you...

to sail back with me...

to meet my king.

I do not want

the pale chief's land. He wants mine.

Why doesn't he cross

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