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

the salt water to see me?

I'm afraid

that simply isn't done,

Your Grand "Chiefliness."

Your kind are barbarians.

They only want our land!

- They mean to destroy our sacred--

- Is that what they want?

You don't know.

Father, someone must go.

You speak with the tongue of a pale one.

You belong with them.

- Perhaps you should go.

- No!

This is a matter of diplomacy.

You can't handle a job like this.

- I will go.

- Daughter--

Father, please.

I can do this.

You have

your mother's spirit.

- Very well. It is decided.

- But--

Grand.

Grandmother Willow,

I need to speak with you.

Is that my Pocahontas?

My, what is it, child?

You are concerned

about crossing the salt water.

What if I can't bring peace?

What if I'm destined to fail?

- What if I make things worse?

- What-What if?

- What if the sky turns to fire and your nose falls off?

Long ago I told you

to listen with your heart.

It is time

to listen to your heart.

- But the spirits around me--

- Can help,

but only the spirit within

can guide you.

Listen to the spirit within.

Listen to the spirit within.

Grandmother Willow,

it doesn't work.

Grandmother Willow?

- Easy up, men!

Here we go.

Righto. Over here. Easy.

- To the starboard.

- Hoist away!

I will honour my vow not

to break the peace with the pale ones...

but we must know

their strength.

Cut a notch in this staff

for every pale face you see.

Watch over my daughter.

- I can't take you this time.

- Stay out of mischief and look after one another.

Do not forget this land.

You will always be with me.

Wait. What's this?

This is Uttamatomakkin.

- Well, is Uttama-- Uttamakk--

Is he coming with us?

Are you coming with us?

I say, are you--

Hello? Can you hear me?

- Can he-- Can he hear me?

Oh yes, of course.

This was a good idea, wasn't it?

This will be fine!

Fantastic.

- All hands on deck!

Anchor ahoy!

- Undo the sails!

- Aye, sir!

Ah-nah, Father.

All right, of course, yes.

Swab the deck. Swab the deck.

I mean that's all we do

around here.

It's always clean anyway. I mean,

what are we swabbing the deck for?

It looks clean to me down here.

I don't see any dirt.

Swabbing the deck--

I'm swabbing!

- Did anybody notice I'm swabbing?

Hey! Hey!

What is that? What's goin'--

-Get him! That's it!

- Uh!

- Doh!

Oh, Meeko! What are you doing here?

What's all this then?

Look, missy, I don't

cotton to stowaways,

and I'll not have you

disruptin' my crew.

You can take

this voyage below...

or in the brig.

- You're-- - A guest of the king,

and is to be treated as such.

Am I clear, Captain?

Wh-Why would you do that?

Because, like it or not,

you are the envoy...

and I am honour-bound

to protect you.

And honour, Pocahontas,

is the backbone of our civilization.

Thank you.

Land ho!

Full sails!

Heave ho!

Keep 'em taut. Here we go.

Welcome to London.

Shall we?

Suit yourself.

The sun comes up, the lamps go down

The day begins

in London town

- There's tea to brew

- And buns to bake

And some who just refuse to wake

While shops are stocked

and flocks are fed

The midnight men

drift home to bed

School bells chime

and church bells ring

Children whine

Peddlers sing

What a day in London

Come and see who's here

Everyone knows someone

They've come

from far and near

They bring their geese

Their finest fleece

To please the keenest eye

And hope and pray

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