It had been exactly one day since John Smith had seen the beautiful girl, and the whole time he hadn't been able to get her out of his mind. He hadn't told anyone else about the incident, not even Thomas. They would have just thought he had been going crazy, or thinking about Pocahontas again. But for once his mind hadn't been constantly relooping the memories of her, and this girl hadn't looked anything like Pocahontas either. John Smith hated to say it but the maiden had been much more gorgeous than anyone, or anything he had ever seen.
After she had dived into the water, he had circled the whole perimeter looking for her but found no traces of the girl. At first John Smith had worried that she might have drowned being under that long, but figured there was probably a secret cave or empty space behind the waterfall. All the same he was disappointed that he hadn't got to see more of her.
With a start, John Smith was brought back to the present where he and his men where joking around as always. Deciding nobody would really miss him he decided to head back to the lake. Perhaps he would see the girl again. Slipping carefully away so that no one saw him leave, John Smith began walking back to the lake. When he had been searching for the lovely maiden, he had noticed that the lake was deeper than it appeared. He couldn't even see the bottom, just blue fading to darkness.
Soon, he was near the lake but he stopped and slowed a bit. If the girl was there he didn't want to startle her again. Cautiously he approached, and his ears picked up someone singing. John Smith kept going and he was amazed at the voice. It was as beautiful as the girl he was pretty sure was singing it. Finally he reached a bush just before the lake and peeked through. There she was. Flowing dark red mane, and cherry red lips that were open, as the melodic notes flowed out. Her eyes were closed but when she opened them, John Smith saw with no surprise that they were as pretty as the rest of her, blue like the never ending sky. Then out of nowhere he heard a voice call "Ariel!" The maiden flipped her head around and he only just made himself duck before she turned guiltily and then dove into the water. Since he was hidden by the bush, John Smith had not noticed once the fish like tail she wore as she disappeared under the glassy lake.
After she had dived into the water, he had circled the whole perimeter looking for her but found no traces of the girl. At first John Smith had worried that she might have drowned being under that long, but figured there was probably a secret cave or empty space behind the waterfall. All the same he was disappointed that he hadn't got to see more of her.
With a start, John Smith was brought back to the present where he and his men where joking around as always. Deciding nobody would really miss him he decided to head back to the lake. Perhaps he would see the girl again. Slipping carefully away so that no one saw him leave, John Smith began walking back to the lake. When he had been searching for the lovely maiden, he had noticed that the lake was deeper than it appeared. He couldn't even see the bottom, just blue fading to darkness.
Soon, he was near the lake but he stopped and slowed a bit. If the girl was there he didn't want to startle her again. Cautiously he approached, and his ears picked up someone singing. John Smith kept going and he was amazed at the voice. It was as beautiful as the girl he was pretty sure was singing it. Finally he reached a bush just before the lake and peeked through. There she was. Flowing dark red mane, and cherry red lips that were open, as the melodic notes flowed out. Her eyes were closed but when she opened them, John Smith saw with no surprise that they were as pretty as the rest of her, blue like the never ending sky. Then out of nowhere he heard a voice call "Ariel!" The maiden flipped her head around and he only just made himself duck before she turned guiltily and then dove into the water. Since he was hidden by the bush, John Smith had not noticed once the fish like tail she wore as she disappeared under the glassy lake.
