Pocahontas (Destripando La Historia)

Hey, young natives!
Welcome to History Unwrapped with Pascu and Pascu (What?)
From Pascu and Rodrí, today, we bring you the story of Pocahontas

We are the settlers, heading to Jamestown
And that scoundrel John Smith, we've locked him up
He's a tiny guy who started a mutiny
We'll release him when we get there

We are the Bowatan, a tribe without equal
Don't come to bother us or you'll pay
They shot arrows at them as soon as they arrived
And they lived in relative peace for a while

And you may wonder: what about Pocahontas?
She'll come, don't worry
John Smith was with the settlers, up and down the river
Trading or looting corn, mostly because they were hungry

The Bowatan get very angry and capture John Smith
Hey, isn't this the music from Avatar?
Yes, but it's the same story

They're going to crack his head against a rock
Get me out of here!, ugh
No, father, leave him alone!
Can't you see he's just a fool?
Did he say what?

John Smith is amazed by this act of nobility, carried out by a 10-year-old girl
The Bowatan forge an alliance with the settlers, to trade corn for weapons
But over time, the settlers take advantage of the natives' generosity
And they start getting fed up with these starving people

They capture a guy, captain of a ship
Named Rattifil and decide to torture him
They start tearing his skin off, strip by strip, with mussel shells while forcing him to watch
And when there's no skin left on his body, they set him on fire

Then they want to capture John Smith
But Pocahontas goes and warns him again
Look, I don't give a damn!

In the end, they don't catch him, but some time later
Some gunpowder he had in his pocket explodes
And they have to take him back to England

The other settlers devise a big plan
To kidnap Pocahontas to negotiate
And since her father refuses to pay
The girl gets angry (they're in for it today)

And they weren't just going to give her to her father
But also to the son she had years before with Kocun, her husband
Who we don't know how, but is dead

She marries John Rolf, a landowner
They call her Rebecca and she goes to England
She met John and didn't even greet him
And in the end, the poor girl, very sick, passed away

And now as always, we're going to tell you
A moral with a lai-la-rai, la-la
That mussel, the most lethal weapon
Tears the skin off with great ease