Pocahontas II: 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.

He went through the window!

Don't let him get away!

After him!

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Thanks for dropping in.

Anyone else care to join him?

Cut him off!

I've got him now!

He's jumped!

The king believed my story.

Pity-

I so would have preferred to see you hanged.

Ah!

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.

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— — Whoo!

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Whoo!

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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.

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Ship ahoy! Ship's coming!

— Ship's coming! —

Oh, they're here! Hurry!

Wait for me!

Open the gate]

Push!

All hands, lay forward! Cast a line!

— Put your backs into it! — Together, men!

Easy left!

Stations!

Attention!

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Ho!

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Filthy barbarian.

Huh?

Whoa, boy! Steady! Whoa!

Whoa, boy!

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Aah!

Bloody 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.

What ever 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? Hm.

John Rolfe, your horse, sir.

Oh, there you are. Thank you.

It's time I met this Chief Pocahontas.

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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, this is... This is perfectly fine.

Hm...

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 if? — What if I can't make them listen?

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

Long ago, I told you to listen with your heart.