"Are you sure you are able?" I questioned. John smirked at me and said,

"There is nothing I can't do with your love." He winked at me and the crew laughed.

"You aren't fully recovered. It's only been three moons since your...injury." I said. John seemed to have quieted down. He looked straight into my eyes and said,

"You are right. I was being a fool." He limped over to me and tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear. The crew grunted in dismay and the crowd of men slowly walked away. I looked into John's bright blue eyes and was shot with a firework of emotion. His eyes reminded me of the ocean next to my homeland. The ocean we were sailing right now was deep green. Tears trimmed my eyes and I willed my lip not to quiver. Much to my dismay, my lip did not obey the command. John saw the raw pain emotion written all over my face.

"Oh Poca, I know, I know." He whispered next to me. Unable to help myself, I threw myself into his arms. He hugged me tight and I hugged him back. He grunted in response and I hastily pulled away.

"I am so sorry, John! I keep forgetting about your…" I said. Forgetting was really easy these days.

"Don't be. Your touch is more soothing than any medicine." His eyes brightened with mischief. I smiled at his joke but I could feel homesickness seeping in my heart. I hugged him some more a little gentilly. When I pulled out of the hug for the second time I questioned,

"Where exactly in your village are we headed to?"

"Well, first we need to check up on my old pal, John Rolfe."