
The sanitized myth ends with a noble girl saving a white man.
The truth begins with a body on a ship.
In 1617, the vessel George left London carrying the Native American ambassador known as Rebecca Rolfe — born Matoaka, called Pocahontas.
Halfway across the Thames, she collapsed at dinner, choking, her skin turning gray. Witnesses reported she whispered, “I’m not yours to name,” before dying.
Her body was buried in Gravesend — but no grave has ever been found.
When her portraits were later analyzed, art historians noticed something disturbing: each of the five known paintings shows subtle differences in her face — her expression changing slightly over centuries, as if the paint itself aged into fear.
Infrared scans at the National Portrait Gallery revealed a hidden layer under one painting — her original expression, eyes wide, mouth open mid-scream.
The pigment used for her dress came from ground human bone.
No one knows whose.



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