AN: " " English, ' '  thought, ~ ~ First Nation/All Native American languages mixed together
Arthur came to Jamestown with his colonists. The voyage was long and rough. There was much to be desired. They all thanked the Lord for their safe arrival to the New World. As Arthur rowed to the beach along with his brothers and some of the colonists, they spotted a small boy on the shore. The boy was more visible due to the golden sunrise on the horizon. This boy hadn't noticed the the rowboat as he continued to play upon the shore. He had moved to climbing a tree to reach the eagle at the top of it, his back to the ocean and the approaching danger, when the rowboat landed softly.
Arthur signaled to his brothers to capture the child, who had started to sing in a language Arthur had never heard before. He was halfway up the tree when Ian grabbed his ankle. He panicked, releasing the tree and being caught by Ian and William. William, Wales, had caught his arms while Ian, Scotland, caught his legs. The boy struggled in vain against the grip the nations had on him. Arthur, England, approached.
"What is your name, child? I am Arthur." Arthur looked at the boy expectantly.
~Who are you? What do you want? Let me go! Great Spirit help me!~ The little boy with copper skin was yelling and struggling.
"Can you understand me?" Arthur gently asked.
~Let go! Let go! Mata help!~ The boy screamed.
The group was shocked at the tattoos the boy had- eagle wings across his back, a bear paw on left arm, strange lines around each arm and one on his thigh, eagle claw marks on his right arm, a small turtle and many more tribal tattoos.
Arthur realized that the boy was both important and was close to a complete panic attack. He managed to grab the child in a restraining hold, similar to a hug. The boy's ear was over his heart, arms forced behind the boy's back by the empire. Ian tied the boy's arms tightly and securely tied the boy's knees and ankles together to prevent the boy from escaping and to prevent an attack from the boy. The boy started to struggle harder to the point that Arthur was struggling to hold the boy still, his screaming getting louder.
"Ian! Gag him! Now!"
"On it." Ian found some clean cloth and managed to successfully gag the screaming Native. The sounds were almost completely muffled, barely heard by Arthur. He placed the child on the ground in a kneeling position after magically reinforcing the rope to be stronger than the child's great strength.
"Ian, how old do you think he is?" Arthur studied the child in front of him. William answered before Ian had a chance.
"Physically no older than five I'd wager."
The child realized that there was no escape. He stopped making any noise and stayed still, tears streaming down his face. The child seemed to have given up.
'What do the pale faced ones want? We freed them from Gaha, helped them to recover before forcing her across to a strange land and sealing her away forever! When Big Bear returns from his long visit to his icy lands, he will be very mad at me for wandering so far from any tribes and being so close to the coast!' That thought made his tears come ten fold. Ian bent down to the boy's height to study his eyes, dark emerald eyes meeting sky blue eyes. The boy was the first to look away from his captor. 

"Arthur, his eyes are sky blue unlike the brown of the others we have encountered in the past. His hair is also shorter than the other ones." Ian continued to study the boy as Arthur was thinking. Ian glanced to William when they sensed the presence of a very old nation that also felt new. They decided not to tell Arthur of this.

"We could keep him captive, possibly even tame the savage." Arthur mused. "Make sure the savage cannot break free before placing him in the row boat, Ian. Everyone else start your jobs of seeing if this place is inhabitable." Arthur helped his men explore the beach and wooded area. Ian, on the other hand, was struggling to get a solid grip on the boy, having been headbutted among other injuries. The boy flinched and struggled for the four hours that Arthur was away. Ian eventually sat down in front of the kid and sighed.

"You are going to be one hell of a fighter when you grow up. You'll probably even rebel against Arthur." Ian whisper as he watched the boy struggle with the ropes on the sand, still crying. Arthur, tired and hot and hungry from no noon meal and very angry,  saw that the savage was not on the boat yet and told Ian to help the men pack the row boat. Arthur grabbed the boy and forced him into a kneeling position, the small face gripped tightly in his hands.

"Stop struggling and crying. It will make it easier for both you and I." Arthur hissed at the boy, the anger of the day beginning to cloud his mind. Maska didn't understand what the white skinned one wanted and tried to free his face and twist his upper body to escape the Empire's grip. Arthur became even angrier and hit the boy hard across the face, leaving an imprint of his hand on the boy's face and knocking him to the ground. Maska froze, sobs shaking his whole body as he tried to curl up. Arthur grabbed the boy's shoulders and forced him into an upright position, his mind telling him that what he had done was wrong. He forced the native to look at him, his heart breaking just a little at the absolute fear in the eyes that met his. He gently wiped away the tears before forcing the child onto his lap and hugged the boy. He sang an ancient lullaby, laced with powerful magic,  that caused the boy to stop struggling and fall into a very deep sleep. He passed the native to Ian, not meeting his brother's eyes. 

"I'll watch him until it's time to leave for the ship." Ian glared at Arthur before wrapping the boy in a blanket and placing the boy on his side, head resting on Ian's lap.