"Father is he going to be all right?" Miracle questioned, her voice worn.

Miracle's father drew out a long sigh.

"This wound is strange to me," he replied solemnly.

"Is there anything we can do?" Micky asked.

Mike stared at Micky harshly. 'Trying to make up!' he thought. 'How DARE he!'

"My son, " he replied, "He must go back to the medicine men of his own people." He turned to Miracle.

"And me too?" Miracle said.

"Yes, my daughter. You two deserve to be together."

Miracle kissed her father gently, and then prepared her things. Meanwhile, Micky, David, and Michael were debating who should accompany Miracle.

"I am going Micky!" Mike said, "Whether you like it or not!"

"You cannot go!" Micky replied. "You are our last military personnel."

"Don't give me that Mick! There are at least 5 other military members on this trip. You just don't want me to leave because you don't want people to know in the almighty on God's good humor royal court!!"

Mikes voice had reach way beyond shouting. David was trying to calm everyone down.

"Michael, as being a Lord in the, ahem, God's good humor royal court, I permit you to go back to London with Peter and Miracle. Take care of him, my friend. And her too."

They shook hands and patted each other on the back. And, reluctantly, Michael and Micky did as well.

The ship pulled out of the harbor a little after dawn. Miracle was completely taken in by the surroundings. In the boats at the village, you could smell the fresh air all around you, and see the sky. But here, in this tiny cabin room, it was not the case. There wasn't even a window where Miracle could peek out to see if it was sunny, or if it was drear. Still, she was with her beloved, and he could provide all the sunshine she needed.

She began gently caressing his body. She took her hands down toward his wound, and patted it gently. Peter moaned, as if he knew that she was near. She bent down her head and kissed his lips, then moved further down to his chest. He moaned again, realizing that he was in the care of his love, his Miracle.

Michael stood on the ship's deck, looking out at the miles and miles of sea ahead of him, his 10-man crew, Miracle, and Peter. 'If he doesn't make it,' he thought, 'then this whole trip will be in vain. We-NO! I cannot think of the worst. We will make it. Peter will make it!' Although his heart believed in it, his brain considered it to be possibly a false hope.

Slowly Miracle came walking up the deck to Michael's side. She had frightened him a bit, but he was glad that she was in his company. As he stared into her solemn brown eyes, he realized that he was falling in love with his best friend's woman. He admired Miracle's courage and compassion very deeply. She had given up the meaning of her entire life for one person. This perplexed him. A confused look entered his face. Miracle, sensing something was wrong, placed her hand on Michael's cheek.

"What is troubling you Michael?"

He realized that Miracle was touching him and jumped.

"Miracle! Oh, I was, um, er."

She turned Michael's face towards hers. "You don't have to say it Michael." And with that they kissed each other. It wasn't a kiss of love, but a kiss of understanding. A kiss of hope, for the two of them.

They arrived in Southampton early in the morning. They had been riding on the ship for almost four months. Peter was still slipping in and out of consciousness, but was doing better. Miracle had placed packs of pumice on his wound every day, and had treated him with the lacking medicines she had brought from her village.

Michael stepped off of the ship and yelled for a physician. A few minutes later one had arrived. Michael came back on to the ship and helped Miracle carry Peter to the doctor. The crowd of people were in utter amazement. "Who's the savage with them?" they questioned each other as they looked at Miracle's traditional clothing. Miracle was confused by all the disheartening stares she was receiving.

"Michael, what is going on?" she questioned.

"They have never seen a sava-native this close before. But, not to worry. I will protect you."

They carried Peter all the way to the physician's office. The physician bid them leave. A surgery would have to be done to extract the bullet from Peter's body.

"Will he hurt him?" Miracle asked Michael

"No, Miracle, he will not. He is the best in his field."

Miracle smiled at Michael's reassuring voice and hand in hand they walked out of the office. A Pastor approached the two of them.

"Ah, I see you have brought a native with you, Colonel." He said.

"Yes, I have. Her name is Miracle." Michael said, beaming.

The pastor turned to her and began to overexagerate his words as he spoke.

"H-E-L-L-O M-I-R-A-C-L-E. WELCOME TO E-N-G-L-A-N-D."

"Thank you sir." Miracle cordially replied, "I am sure I will enjoy my stay."

"You speak perfect English!" The flabbergasted Pastor cried out.

"Yes, father, she does." Michael said.

The Pastor put his arm around Miracle as the trio walked down the street towards the church.

"Now my dear, the first thing we have to do, is christen you in the name of the Church of England!"

"What does that mean, sir?"

"It means Miracle," Mike replied, "That you will be given a new name. A Christian name."

"Oh. Is that bad?" she said naively.

The Pastor chuckled as they walked into the church.

"No, my dear, it is very good. This way the people will accept you. For who you are."

"Well, then, can we do it right now?" she said.

"Why, yes, dear, we can do it now." The Pastor replied, smiling.

The three stepped inside the church and the Pastor approached the pulpit. He took Miracle's hand and sat her beneath the pulpit. He laid his hands on her.

"This child comes before God as a new person. By professing her belief in you she will take upon a new name. Please dear Father, give us her new name."

The pastor began to pray. Miracle, sensing this was what she was supposed to do, held her head down and closed her eyes.

"…Amen" the pastor said, looking up. "The Father has given me her new name. With the power given to me by God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit, I name you Faith. Go now my sister and live in His eternal light."

The pastor stepped down from the pulpit and lifted her up. Mike expressed his gratitude to the Pastor and he and Faith walked out of the church.

"Will you call me Faith now?" she asked Michael.

"Well, only when he is around." He chuckled.

The two went to the home of Mike's parents. There his mother welcomed Faith with open arms. She gave her a beautiful gown of white and gold lace, as well as new underclothes and shoes. The new material felt hot and itchy to her. Still, she was now a sister to these people and must try to abide by their laws.

While they were at Michael's house, the physician visited.

"I am unsure if he will live or not." The physician said softly to Michael.

"May we go see him?" Michael asked.

"Yes, please do. Tell me if he wakes up." The physician replied, then quickly left.

Mike and Faith (who was now dressed in a casual work dress) left for the office. Michael stayed with the physician's assistant while Faith went to Peter's bedroom.

"Peter, it's Faith." She said softly.

Peter was trying so hard to wake up. All he could hear was the name Faith. Who was this Faith? Where was Miracle? Had she died on the journey here? No, that couldn't be. Peter could feel himself kicking his legs trying hard to awaken himself. He also heard his mouth utter the word Miracle over and over and over. After a long attempt, he awoke. He felt Miracle's tender hand caressing his forehead. She looked different. She was wearing an English dress; her hair was tied in a bun. He quickly jumped up, which made his chest hurt.

"Peter are you all right?" she asked.

"Miracle? Miracle? Is it really you? Who is Faith?"

"Calm down Peter. It is me. I have a few things to tell you."

"Miracle, I thought you were dead!"

She laughed gently.

"Not hardly, my love." She replied, as she bent down to kiss him. It was a thing they both had missed. Passion had begun to fuel them again.

Mike walked in overjoyed to see that his friend was awake. 'Those two have never looked so happy.' He thought. 'But still, I sense something wrong.'

"Miracle, what is it?"

"Ah, you can read me like a book, dear friend." She replied, with a wise tone about her. "Something is wrong with Peter. I can feel tension within him."

"I will go get the doctor."

"No Michael! I want to treat him with my medicine."

"Oh, Miracle…" Michael gasped.

"You saw how well he survived the voyage. My medicine helped him. You know it is true!"

"I know Miracle, but this is an entirely different place. Have you not noticed that people aren't taking very well to you? You are foreign to them. What if you are wrong and you treat him? What if you cost Peter his life?"

"That is a chance we will take Michael." Peter said sternly.

Michael realized that he was fighting a loosing battle. He knew the possible consequences. But, that was not what Miracle and Peter were thinking about. They were thinking of the love for each other.

Late that night, Miracle and Michael snuck into Peter's room. Gently they carried him to his old home. Peter was in slight pain, but he knew that any sound he made could danger this journey. They reached the house safe and sound. Miracle quickly prepared a pumice pack, as well as other herbal packs. Throughout the night Miracle applied them to her love, chanting words of healing her father had taught her years before. Michael silently prayed in his own tongue to his own God for the safety for them all.

Early in the morning Michael got up and found Miracle was still at work on Peter's wound. Peter looked so peaceful, as if he would have been honored to die that hour, with Miracle at his side. Michael walked down the long steps and was frightened by a knock at the door. As he opened it he found the very angry physician ready to breathe fire down his throat.

"Just what in our Father's name were you thinking by bringing my patient here?!" the physician boomed.

"Look, sir, please just calm down and let me explain." Michael said calmly, but could feel the anger building up inside him.

"I will not calm down Colonel. You disobeyed a law and you know it. You should have had better judgement. Who were you doing this for? For that devil girl?"

"She is not a devil girl!! She wanted to treat her one and only love her way! And, yes, I did allow it. She has been working with the strength of 100 physicians, trying to make him better! I didn't see you striving through the night for him!"

"Of course not! I didn't have a chance too. That girl is no good, I tell you!! Satan in the form of so-called beauty."

Michael could fell himself clinch his fists.

"I suggest you take that back sir. She is one of the nicest people I know. She knows the laws of this place. She knows about the God we worship and respects us. She is NOT a devil. You utter those words again in this house and you WILL regret it."

"I pity you sir. She has used her dark forces to corrupt you and the Captain. I will not forget this, Colonel. As my heavenly Father as my witness, I will see that women beheaded for witchcraft and deceit!"

The physician slammed the door hard. For a few moments, Michael just stood there, gaping with fear.

"What have I done?" he whispered. "What have I done?"

Michael wandered throughout the house, quietly mumbling to himself over the trouble he had caused. Hours passed by. Michael was again startled by a knock at the door. This time when he opened the door, he saw the physician accompanied by the Pastor. Once again, Michael could feel the anger building up inside of him.

"My brother, I am so sorry." The Pastor said. "Perhaps if we perform an exorcism upon Faith. Then the devil can be washed away."

"No, no NO!" Michael said, his voice booming. "You do not understand. The both of you!"

"Yes, Colonel, we understand. You allowed the devil to make an evil choice for you. For that woman to use her dark arts to supposedly heal the Captain. She corrupted me too, by having me pronounce her in the church."

"Father. That isn't true. That is how her people treat the sick. You can change her name, but you cannot change her ways!"

There was an eerie silence. It was broken when Miracle, with a very healthy looking Peter by her side, came walking down the steps.

"Michael, is there any trouble here?" Peter asked.

"I cannot believe this!" Peter yelled. "Miracle is not that way!"

"At least they left on a peaceful note." Miracle sweetly replied. "I'm sure everything will be all right."

"I wish I could share your optimism Miracle." Mike grumbled. "There will be some dark days ahead, I am afraid."

"What should we do?" Peter questioned?

"We must stick together at all costs."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Well…. Pardon me, but, we will need a Miracle."

Just then there was a knock at the door. There was no need for anyone to get up, because the outside people opened it.

"Hello Michael, Peter, Miracle." A familiar voice said.

"Oh my!" Peter exclaimed!

"What?" Mike said in stupor.

"Michael, Micky and I are back!" David said cheerfully.

The five were so happy to be reunited. David and Micky told the story of how the colony fell through one week after they had departed.

"We decided England was not ready for a settlement yet." Davy said. "The Virginia Company will try again in a few years. They already plan on having a man named John Smith head the next mission. Not us."

A breath of relief came out of the men's mouths. They continued to talk throughout the night about the problems and good times that they all were having. The daylight turned into the nightlight quickly, without much realization.

"Well, I suppose it is off to bed, chaps." Michael said.

"Let's hope we have a splendid morning." Davy added.

Each went to a different bedroom. All of them went to sleep without much trouble, considering the circumstances. Miracle was happy to be lying in bed with Peter once more. She loved to feel the warmth of his body against hers. Peter was also glad to have Miracle with him. He was glad to have another body in bed with him, after months of being alone in one.

They were startled by the opening of their door. Micky walked in, with tears in his eyes.

"Micky, what is wrong?" Miracle asked.

Micky broke down at the foot of their bed.

"Oh, Miracle. Peter. I am so sorry for what I have done." He said, trembling all over. "I had never really blamed myself. But, the guilt kept coming and coming. I was so hard on you Peter, and you too Miracle. I missed the point of you two being together that I told myself that I was right. You two were not meant to be. I was so wrong. I was so wrong."

Peter was shocked. He had never seen Micky cry before. Miracle got up out of bed.

"Thank you Micky." She said.

"For what? All I ever did was hurt you."

"Yes, but you had the true courage to admit your faults. Not many men can do that." She gently kissed him on the cheek. Peter got up out of bed and patted Micky on the back.

"I forgive you Mick." He said. "I forgive you."

Micky left the bedroom overwhelmed with joy. Miracle and Peter got back into their bed and began to kiss each other deeply. Miracle ran her fingers over Peter's chest, as Peter gently caressed Miracle's perfect body. Their passion was divine under the pale moonlight.

The next morning was a time of confusion. Three soldiers burst into the house, with a warrant for the arrest of Faith (Miracle). They went up to their bedroom, where they had just begun to put on their clothes. Two of the soldiers picked up Miracle by her waist while Peter was held back by the other with a gun. Miracle screamed and screamed. Michael, Micky, and Davy tried to pull her from the soldiers but more came in through the door with guns.

"GOD DAMN YOU!!" Peter cried out. "GOD DAMN YOU ALL!!"

A chuckle erupted from the men as they slammed the door.