All was well as I began to lead a portion of my troop down the Chickahominy River in search of food. We were starving! (Actually, starving was probably an understatement.) Then, out of nowhere, there was a hot, sweaty, and dark complected arm that tightly wraped itself around my neck, and not too long after a bandanna was placed over my eyes. Naturally, I was a little frightened, but I knew that the best thing to do was to remain stoic.
When I finally convinced these natives to take me to their leader, they proceeded to parade me through their territory until we reached the place where Opechancanough, the King of Pamunkee, was waiting. While talking to King, I pulled out my ivory compass, hoping that maybe he would let me free if I gave him this precious piece of equipment. He and the rest of the men were quite intrigued with the unfamiliar toy as they held in their hands. You could tell that they wanted it, and that they wanted it badly. Before I could reach for the compass in order to place it back in my pocket, I was swept off of my feet by multiple men and held against a tree. I fought hard to get away from them, but even with my ferocious strength, I couldn't hold off the hoard of savages for long enough. A crowd of wild-eyed monsters circled around and pointed their weapons in my direction. Then, the King held up my beloved compass, convincing all the natives that stood around me to lay down their weapons. Eventually, I was untied from the tree and led by the men to Orapaks, where they kindly treated me to a huge smorgasbord of food. These people must be the victims of some crazy mood swings.
-Captain Smith
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