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Strings… [Historical Fiction]

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PHOTO: Roger Cohen
PHOTO: Roger Cohen

On the passage, John had fared by soothing the nerves of boarders with strings from his tonga.

At 5.4 feet and a 50kg body mass people mock his survival chances in the new world but fate holds something different…

At the Indian massacre, John played away to the tune of commerce but to his final capture.

In captive, every pull of the strings drew a maiden his way.

When Ponhatan, head-tribesman, was to strike with a club, the maiden couldn’t see her cord pull away so soon…

The next day, John was ashore pulling on his strings and Pocahontas gladly sleeps at the sound of his cords…