Princess مٹر, مصری چنا ran through the woods, jumping over درخت roots, pushing past branches. She couldn't let them murder Conrad. She had grown to care too much about him. Although she was unsure what kind of love she felt for him, she knew that she loved him. And that was all she needed to know. She arrived to a group of Natives who were on a cliff, surrounding two prisoners...John Smith and Conrad. Both were tied up and bound to the ground. Pocahontas threw herself on to John Smith and yelled at her father, the chief, not to go through with the execution. سیکنڈ later, مٹر, مصری چنا threw herself onto Conrad.
    "Pea!" Conrad's eyes brightened as though an angel had descended from the heavens. "You're here."
    "Of course I'm here, آپ doofus," مٹر, مصری چنا laughed through her tears, "I would never let something like this happen to you."
    "Pea, there's something آپ need to know...I've been trying to tell you..." Conrad began but his attention quickly turned to Pocahontas, who was telling her father that she loves John Smith.
    "This is the path I choose, Father," she کہا with strength and dignity. "What will yours be?"
    A majestic wind pierced the air. After coming to the decision that violence was not the answer, everything seemed resolved. For a moment.
    "Guys!" مٹر, مصری چنا screamed. "That fat bastard's aiming his gun at Poca's dad!"
    In the nick of time, John shoved Chief Powhatan out of the way, taking the bullet himself. After some brief mayem, the English settlers arrested the villainous Ratcliffe and prepared to depart back to England.
    "Pocahontas, are آپ going to see John Smith?" مٹر, مصری چنا asked. "They're taking him back to England. He's seriously wounded..."
    "I feel so confused," Pocahontas turned to Pea. "I did what needed to be done. There will be no war...and yet, my problems aren't solved. I have to choose between my one true love and my family."
    "Well, whatever آپ decide, آپ have my best wishes." مٹر, مصری چنا hugged Pocahontas. "Remember, family is love too. Just a different kind. And as our friend Grandmother Willow told us, sometimes the right path is not the easy one."
    "When did آپ become so wise?" Pocahontas asked with an impressed grin on her face.
    "Well, I had help from a creepy singing tree..." مٹر, مصری چنا laughed. "And a great friend." Her and Pocahontas shared a final hug. "Anyways, I've got to go to the lagoon and talk to Conrad. There's something I need to tell him. Thanks for everything. We'll see each other again hopefully."
    "Goodbye," replied Pocahontas, waving traditionally. She disappeared into the fog.
    Pea hurried to the بیڑا outside the lagoon, where Conrad was waiting. He looked at مٹر, مصری چنا and smiled.
    "Pea," Conrad said. "I can't thank آپ enough for all that you've done for me."
    "Don't mention it," مٹر, مصری چنا said. "You've rescued me before as well if I recall." مٹر, مصری چنا wondered if Conrad was going to confess his love. For a moment she thought she saw a glimmer in his eyes that meant he wanted to. Oh, just say it, مٹر, مصری چنا thought. I'm not gonna be the one to say if first... "Well, should we get going? It looks like it's about time we bothered someone else. Shall we?" She stepped onto the بیڑا and he followed. An گھنٹہ of silence passed, just floating through a stream on a بیڑا of twigs, on towards the اگلے unknown destination.
    "Pea," کہا Conrad suddenly.
    "Yeah?" مٹر, مصری چنا answered anxiously.
    "There's something I wanna say to you."
    He stopped for a moment, wondering to himself if مٹر, مصری چنا could ever see him as مزید than a peasant. She answered his سوال without using a single word.

(End Of Part 18)