Who's the Savage? ((Yugo))

John was slow to come out from behind the trees. They hadn't seen each other in...maybe three or four weeks? His face looked paler then normal and his body seemed somewhat thin. He wasn't even wearing his armor. He simply didn't have the strength to deal with the weight it carried. "Eruru." John smiled brightly, tho it seemed weakened. He walked up to her and set his musket down by the tree. With a single gaze he could tell that something was bother her. Although he hadn't eaten a thing since...three days ago, he put her needs first before his own. "Whats wrong? You look troubled..." John whispered. He had a very thin sheet wrapped around his body. The men back at camp had gotten so hungry that they were boiling the leather from the their belts to make a soft of foul tasting jerky. Even the fat Governor could no longer hoard food. The worse part was that the winter months were just getting started..

Eruru loved their time together. She got to forget about all her worries. her father continued to pressure her about getting married to Tikani and she continued to push it off. As the weather became colder her clothing changed. She still wore her deer skin skirt and top, but she wore higher boots and something of a fur cloak around her shoulder. She had tired talking her father into maybe aiding the strangers, teach them their ways so they could make it through the very cold snow. She ran her fingers through her hair. she had been asked about the ring and she had said she found it while collecting berries.

She made her way to their meeting spot. She seemed more frustrated this visit. Her father and her had gotten into a heated arguement about marriage and she wound up running off. She took a hand ful of rocks and started chucking them into the river, speaking in her language, she was very angry. When she heard someone approach she turned and relaxed a bit. She was going to spend the day with John, seeing him would make things better

John had never blushed so hard in his entire life. Hearing her say vagina over and over really got his heart going. Finally, after a while she got the difference. Smiling, he watched her leave before turning back towards his own camp. As the days passed, John made time to meet up with Eruru as much as possible. When they did meet they often spent the entire day together. It was late fall now and winter was quickly approaching. Eruru had shown John allot, but he still had no idea how the men would survive winter. They lacked the proper clothing. Even worse, their food stores had completely run out. They had fished the river clean and cleared more or less all of the trees near the bank for their fort. Now John's visits were becoming less frequent while the clashes between the savages and his people were getting worse and worse.

Eruru pressed her hand against his cheek as he turned red, wanting to see if he was hot. she blinked as he gestured between her legs and said 'vagina' and said 'virginia' once more. They sounded a lot a like to her. "Vir...gina...Vir...gin..ia.." she had to try a couple times to get it right. She pointed to the ring. "Virgin...ia" She said with a proud smile. "Bye bye" She said with another smile, her fingers sliding along his cheek before she started heading back into the woods

"Um..oh..." John smiled feeling her arms wrap around him. If only his armor wasn't in the way!! He smiled tho glad that she seemed to like his gift. Tho when she mispronounced Virginia John's cheeks turned as red as the sun. "N-No no dont say that!!" he exclaimed. He could only imagine what would happen to her if she said that in front of any man other then himself. "A vagina...is..well..." John mumbled. He ended up closing his eyes and pointed between her legs. "Thats a 'vagina'. What I want you to say is 'Virginia'. Say it slowly...so you get it right...please..."

Eruru tilted her head as he searched himself and took something off his finger. She looked at her hand where he had placed it on her index finger. Her people had things like this, only made from beads. She smiled brightly and wrapped her arms around him, her chest pressing against his armor. she didnt much like the feel of the hardness on her but she kept the hug for a moment. "Virgina...company?" she asked, completely mis pronouncing virginia.

John blinked. He truly was amazed at how fast Eruru was catching on. When she presented him with her 'gift' a soft smile formed over his lips. The only problem was if he brought the food back to the camp the men would wonder where he got it. He'd have to make up some sort of excuse. "Thank you." John replied softly and placed the basket down. There wasn't much he had to give her...but he wanted to give her something to show much he appreciated her kindness. "Ah, here we go." he smiled and took her right hand. Over one of his fingers he had a ring made of pure silver with the words, 'Virginia Company' etched into the metal. He placed the ring over one of her fingers and held it up to the fading sunlight so she'd have a better look. "Make sure you keep this from your people. However, if you ever find yourself surrounded by white men like me." John paused and pointed to himself. "Show them this ring and say, 'Virginia Company' and then my name. The men will bring you to me unharmed."

Eruru liked learning all these new words, and sentences. She leaned against him at some point, resting her head against his shoulder. Her kind seemed to be very affectionate. Or at least she seemed to be. As he took her hand and told her he had to go she stood up and smiled softly. She nodded, understanding that his men searching for him would be bad if they found her. There had been a few fights between her people and his already. She reached back into her and handed him the small basket of berries and a few ears of corn with a smile. "Gift" she said with a smile

"I see...so after each winter...which means they plant them during the spring." John thought to himself. The ship had arrived in late summer so it was a bit too late for him to do any planting for his men. However, he was sure that the locals weren't eating tree bark during the winter months. Eruru looked very healthy in his opinion. Blinking, John looked up just in time to catch a nice view of the valley between her breasts. He couldn't help but to blush. He felt somewhat sinful for having such lewd thoughts of a girl who was probably as innocent as christ himself. "Ok ok." John smiled as he rose to his feet. He spent the rest of the day by her side exchanging words with her. He was shocked that for every english word there were more or less a savage counter part. What he called mountains they called something else. "This land is so amazing.." John whispered as a strong breeze blue through his wavy brown hair. He gazed up towards the sky catching the most beautiful of sunsets. "Eruru..." he whispered softly, his hand grasping hers. "Its getting late. I should start making my way back. We wouldn't want my men to come looking for me."

Eruru tried to understand his question. "Season...moons? Grow after each cold snow" she said to him. She didnt understand she was giving him secrets of her world to feed his men. When it was her people that lived off these plants. She patted his shoulder and looked at him. "John...teach more words..." she said and pointed to herself. She wanted to beable to converse with him to understand more, so she could know what questions to ask him. As she leaned over she gave him a perfect view of her cleavage. "Prease?" She asked trying to reuse his word

"C-Corn??" John blinked. Now she was teaching him words. Smiling, he grabbed his helmet and his musket. He followed her closely as she led him through the woods and made sure to make mental notes on his location. His gut told him he could trust her, but he still needed to know where he was just in case they got separated. When they came to the bushes, John's eyes widened a bit. There were berries of all kinds, enough to feed all of the men. "Eruru." John whispered softly. "Do these grow in season?" he asked, but wondered if his question might have been too much even tho she was learning quickly. "I mean...at different moons...do these grow?" he asked, tho somewhat awkwardly. He was trying to figure out when it would be best to plant the seeds.

Eruru couldnt help but laugh softly seeing his shocked reaction to the corn. She took it from him and peeled back the green leave to expose the bright yellow that hid under them. She brought it to her lips before handing it back to him. "Corn" She said with a smile. She took a berry and placed it into her lips. Gesturing to him that it was something you could eat. As she learned more from him of the next couple hours she was understanding more of his language. "Come, I show you" She said at some point and packed the berries back into her back. She took his hand when he stood up and walked into the forest, leading him into a large clearing where a bunch of small bushes grew. She knelt down and showed him the small berries and smiled.

"Yes, these." John smiled taking the berry from her hand and popping it into her mouth. In addition to his maps he wanted to know the locations of the wild berries and game. John's blue eyes suddenly widened. He stared at the corn, having never seen anything like it before in his life. "What...is this??" John blinked as he ran his hands over the leaves. From what he could tell it was definitely some kind of plant...maybe. "What is 'this'?" John asked again while pointing to the ears of corn she had shown him. Really, the girl was just filled with surprises. Looking at her, John wondered how old she was. Judging from the softness of her face he assumed she was young. However, with a body like hers...well...he also had to assume she was at least in her late teens or early twenties. Did savages even keep track of their age? He wasn't sure and didn't know how to ask either.

Eruru leaned over looking at the image he had drawn. She used to draw images in the sand when she was younger, and she did tribal painting now and then. she took the pad and looked at the image, admiring it for a moment. When he drew her attention to the berry she tried mimicking him again. "More?" she asked and reached over for her back. she reached in and pulled out another small basket that contained a bunch of blue berries. She smiled as she set it down and pulled out a few ears of corn next. "More" She said

John's eyes darted to the right! He could hear the sounds of something moving through the bushes. He reached for his musket, which he had already preloaded. When he saw that the source of the noise was Eruru he closed his eyes and sighed in relief. That was twice he could have shot her. "Eruru." John smiled brightly. He couldn't help but laugh a bit at how she pronounced his name. When she ran her hands across his face, John's body froze. Was she going to k-k-kiss him? He could feel his heart began to race, tho it slowed down a bit once their heads simply touched. John figured it was some sort of greeting. "Look at this." he smiled, showing her the picture he had drawn. IT was pretty damn good. Any officer worth his salt needed to be able to draw. "Tell me Eruru, where I can I find..." John paused and pulled out one of the berries she had picked for him from his pocket. "More of these?"

As she was picking a gleam of light shined into her eyes. she put her over her shoulder and slowly, quietly snuck through the bushes to see where it was coming from. As she found the source she smiled. she was cautious though. She Slowly made her way of of the bush and walked up to him. "John smiths?" she said softly as she came up to his side. She smiled and sat beside him, setting her bag off to the side. She lifted her hand and turned his face toward her and leaned her forehead against his. It was her peoples way of greeting a friend. she sat back and smiled.

John had made his way back to the tree where he had left Eruru. A warm smile spread across his lips when he saw the berries she had left him. "How amazing." he whispered, praising her basket weaving skills. Unfortunately, he hadn't seen her after that for the next few days. John couldn't exactly look for her either. He had donate actual time to scouting the terrain. He made maps for the other men too just in case someone got lost. By now there had been several clashes with the local savages. The native's weren't exactly thrilled that the pale faces were cutting down their trees and fishing from their rivers. John's advice continued to be ignored. It would only be a matter of time before they used up all of their resources. Sighing, John sat back against the trunk of a tall tree. He was making a sketch of a near by mountain and was only maybe about 15 minutes from where Eruru had left her basket. "This land.." John whispered. There was so much potential! He could just picture the dozens of houses being built. First, they'd need to clear the trees and build farms tho. After that, maybe they could build schools and churches for the locals. They needed to be inducted into Christianity as soon as possible.

Kathrine had returned home to a buzz going around the village. Everyone knew of the strangers on their shore. When she went to her father she was immedietly told that she needed to stay close to the village until they could learn more of the pale faces. As usually her protesting ended with her fathers word. The next few days she kept wandering further and further despite her fathers wishes. She came back with food as her excuse for going away from the village. She carried a deer skin bag with her and was out in the corn crops gathering some of the ready to pick stalks. she glanced over her shoulder and slowly started to make her way towards the woods to go a pick some berries as well. Even without her canoe she covered a lot of ground. She wasnt too far from where she had first met John now

Unfortunately, John wasn't able to return to his native. There was allot to do and since he was a Captain, orders needed to be given. "Sir, I propose we move further in land and set up a line of defense, an outpost." John advised. Radcliffe waved his hand, dismissing the idea completely. "I dont plan on staying here so long that an outpost will be needed. No. I want the men to start digging. The Spanish are finding gold by the buckets just south of us." he grumbled and pulled out his map. "Sir...you want the men to start digging...here?" John blinked and looked around. He wondered if the Governor realized that all the men would find were rock and sandstone from beach. "I must protest sir. At the very least we should assign scouting parties. The Indians will be out there and most likely the nearest tribe already knows we're here." John argued, tho as respectfully as he could. "Well." Radcliffe puffed. He was growing tired of John's so called expertise. "Perhaps you should venture off and find them, hmm?" he smiled. John rubbed the back of his head, but the ended agreed. Something deep inside his gut told him that Radcliffe was going to get them all killed...assuming they didn't die of starvation first.

As John walked away Kiako, her wolf companion came trotting up to her. She sat down and pet the wolf's head. "John...smiths...." she repeated the name. She wouldnt lie, she was indeed very curious to see what other men had come. She patted her side and Kiako jumped into the canoe with her and she made her way back home. She wondered if he'd come looking for her...that would be bad...probably. Perhaps 'stay' meant he wanted her to wait here for him? His speech was a little confusing... she decided she'd give him some time. She climbed back out of the canoe and went foreging through the berry bushes. She found some straw and began working on a small basket, which didnt take her long at all. Maybe an hour at most. she began to collect some nuts and berries from the ground and bushes. As time passed she looked around. Perhaps he wasnt coming back. She walked back to the canoe and set the small basket of berries and nuts by the large tree near the water, something of a gift for the pale face. She walked back to her canoe where Kiako was snoozing and climbed in

"Good..." John whispered. He really had to fight to tear himself away from her. Sighing, he turned and ran back to the waterfall where he had left his musket. After collecting it, he made his way to the beach just in time to catch the Governor's speech. "Where were you??" One of his men whispered. John gazed down at the lad with a grin. "I found something worth exploring." he whispered back. The governor cleared his throat. Between his hands he England's flag which had been planted firmly into the ground. "I hereby claim this land and ALL of it's riches in the name of our lord and Majesty King James I, and do name this settlement Jamestown." he announced, tho seemed rather board even as the other men cheered.

MEanwhile, the Indians back in Eruru's village were very aware that strangers had come down from the mouth of the river. There was a split among the elders of how to handle them. Some voted for a raid, to drive the 'pale devils' back into the sea. There had been rumors spread by tribes south of their land. Apparently pale faces wearing similar clothing had come and had completely wiped out some of the tribes. Eruru's father was currently trying to calm the elders. His eyes shifted among his people seeing the worry written on their faces. He also couldn't help but notice that his favorite daughter, the youngest, was missing. "Eruru..."

Eruru looked back to John as he took her hands again. She looked down at her hands in his. His hands were big...strong. He could probably over power her if he chose. She payed close attention as he started pointing to things on his body, naming them. She had ran her hands along his shoulders, and down his arms, to get a feel of him, what was under his clothing. "Ar...mor" she said as her fingers came to the metal on his chest. As she heard a loud yelling she took a step back, bringing her hands with her. She looked to him as he gave a disappointed look. She looked down as he took her hands and pushed them towards her as he took a step back. A soft smile crossed her lips as she lifted his hands up. She very softly brushed her cheek against his hands and looked at him. "Stay" She repeated softly and let go of his hands. she stayed where she was, showing no signs of following him

"Ah." John blinked. The native was just full of surprises. He hadn't expected her to catch on so quickly. He smiled, watching as she tried to figure out if his armor was actually part of his body. "Eruru.." he whispered, loving the way her name rolled off his lips. "Armor, protection." he smiled and took her hands once more and placed them against the sides of his vest. He then pointed down to his shoes. Today was going to be interesting. "Boots." he stated and pointed down at his shoes again. Within a few minutes he had pretty much taught her the names of all his clothing. Just as things were getting interesting the voice of one of his men thundered through the sky. "JOHN! You better get down here, the Governor coming ashore!!!" he called. John looked back towards the sound of the voice and sighed. His blue eyes shifted back to Eruru. He couldn't let her follow him. The men would shoot her on sight. "I..must..go." he stated and took hold of her hands again. He then placed them against her body and started stepping back from her. "Dont follow. Stay 'here.' "

((I think it will be more fun for her to have to learn, but she will pick things up very quickly))

Eruru looked at him and then down at their hands as he lifted her and placed them on his chest. As he spoke her eyes shifted back to his. "John...smiths?" she repeated, a bit sloppy but not back for her first words in english. As he then moved their hands to her shoulders and repeated the word name, she caught on. "Eruru" She said with a smile. Her curiosity went back to his armor as she removed her hands from his and pressed hers against his chest once more. She lightly tapped the metal with a confused look on her face. She walked around him, her hands sliding along the armor as if trying to figure out if it was part of him

ooc: how we gonna do the language barrier? Disney version: she speaks english. Real version: she shouldn't have a clue what he's saying, but she can learn over time.

John was actually surprised that she had understood such a simple jester. He led her out of the canoe and back onto land. Now that she was standing right in front of him he had a perfect view of her body and her dark colored eyes. "My name.." John whispered and placed her hands on his chest. She'd be able to feel just how hard his armor was. "John Smith. John..Smith." he repeated while smiling. He then took their hands and placed his own on her shoulders. It would have been bad form to touch her chest. "What is your name?"