Here's the first chapter to Faith Ever Strengthens. The adventure continues with Danielle, Will, and the others. Here we go…
Oh, and to inform you, I'm changing the order of things around just slightly in the beginning. It makes everything fit better with my additions to the plot and will in no way change the plot. Typically I hate changing lines and stuff from films, but I was forced to in this case. Please bear with these early minor changes.
To make things simpler, Will's disrupted wedding occurs a few days after Jack gets the key drawing to the chest. That's the only change.
One last note: Leech's speech is not full of typos. I'm writing to fit his dialect.
Disclaimer: I might've written a story about it, but I don't own Pirates or any of the related characters. I solely own Danielle and a few unknown people.
Chapter 1: Wandering Thoughts
Danielle Cooper looked down at the letter again for what felt like the millionth time. She could still read what it said in the glimmer of the moonlight. She hardly needed to read it though; she had memorized the words upon reading them the first time. "You are cordially invited to the wedding of Mr. William Turner and Ms. Elizabeth Swann." A date and time followed. Danielle examined the parchment the invitation was written on. It was thick with a creamy white coloring and shimmering gold lettering. She would not be surprised if real gold leaf had been used for the text; Danielle would definitely not put that past the governor of Port Royal.
Luckily, Will Turner had thought to send the invitation to Tortuga where the Black Pearl had happened to make port at the week previous, so Danielle was able to receive the letter. She still had not decided whether or not to attend the event, although. It was only a few days before the actual wedding, and she realized if she did plan on going she would have to act quickly in order to arrive on time. Danielle sighed lightly in frustration. Was this decision supposed to be so difficult?
Her eyes strayed to the minute writing scrawled on the lower corner of the invitation. She had recognized the script the moment her eyes had landed on it. "Danielle, it would mean the world to me if you came. Please try to. I miss seeing you. Love always, Will." Will wanted her to go, and she realized she wanted to see him as well. She missed him so much; it had been just short of a year since they had last seen each other. Danielle wanted to go, but wasn't entirely sure if she could.
The thought that continued to plague her was that prior to leaving Will those many months ago she had come to realize that she truly and deeply loved him. His heart was already taken, however; it belonged to his bride-to-be…his fiancée…Elizabeth Swann. Danielle had left Will so he could be with Elizabeth; she had sacrificed herself for his happiness and what he deserved. Will was a brilliant man. He deserved so much more than Danielle could offer; he did not need an old friend to stick around, residing in the wake of his shadow. Danielle had played her part in Elizabeth's rescue on their adventure together. That was now over. Will had Elizabeth, and had no need for her. These feelings and thoughts flooded through Danielle ever since the invitation had found its way to her after nearly a year of silence…of no communication with him. Old feelings she had thought she suppressed resurfaced.
Danielle smirked to herself. What did Will need a pirate to come to his wedding for? That was just what Danielle was now, after all. Her eyes strayed down to the attire she wore: a white button-down shirt, dark brown breeches, large black boots, and to top it all off, a black leather coat that went down to her calves. Her sword and pistol was constantly on her person, with a knife concealed in her boot. She had sailed with Jack Sparrow and his crew for months now, had been caught in all sorts of unbelievable situations, and remarkably…survived. From the Caribbean to Singapore to Africa, Danielle felt as if she had sailed the world. All her travels had definitely shown her just how immense the world truly was. It was startling when one took a look at it. Sometimes she would wear clothing that suited what culture they were immersed in, and occasionally she would wear a hat or tie her hair back, but that evening she just let her hair hang about her shoulders. Danielle realized though her choice of apparel generally changed from day to day, one piece of fabric she kept with her always…. She gazed at the strip of cloth tied around her wrist.
"Will," she muttered, feeling the soft fabric. It wasn't much of a token, but it was special to her…it was his. Her sword, pistol, knife, and jacket were by him and from him…but that strip of cloth was his. Danielle's eyes wandered to the fluid writing on the invitation she was so familiar with and her thoughts suddenly sobered. No…he doesn't want a pirate at his wedding, he wants a friend. Closing her eyes at that particular notion, she sighed. After days of having gone back and forth over what to do…she finally made up her mind: she would go for Will. She would go because he wanted her there, not because she wanted to see him, and she refused to avoid the entire affair because of her feelings toward him. Danielle loved him, yes, but that was no reason to avoid him. She would go because of him…for him…as a friend.
Finally opening her eyes to the cool night air, she gazed upward at the moon shining brightly on the deck of the Pearl. Her eyes strayed to the waters on which the ship sailed. They were so calm and peaceful…always a safe haven for her. Silently, Danielle folded the invitation up and tucked it safely away. After a few minutes of staring at the star-strewn sky in the quiet, she was able to tear her eyes away and turn from the ship's rail to look across the Black Pearl's deck. She smiled lightly as Gibbs stumbled past her with a bottle in hand…on watch duty apparently.
"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest," he sang drunkenly, not noticing Danielle standing only a few feet away. "Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum. Drink and the devil had done for the rest. Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum." He laughed loudly, taking a swig from the nearly empty bottle he held. A bell suddenly tolled off in the distance and Gibbs looked around in confusion, noticing a flock of large, black crows fly overhead. Danielle decided she should make her presence known.
"I'd be careful there, Gibbs. You don't want Jack to know you snuck into his 'private stash'." She stepped out into the open so the elder pirate was sure to see her. Gibb's free hand, nonetheless, flew to his chest and he wheeled around only to calm down almost immediately as he recognized Danielle. He breathed heavily.
"Ya gave me a righ' start there, Danielle," he muttered quietly. Danielle only stepped nearer.
"Like I said, be careful." She pointed at the rum bottle held tightly in his hand. He licked his lips nervously.
"Aye," he agreed, "but wha' the Cap'n doesn't know won't hurt 'im, will it?" Danielle pondered over the comment for a few seconds and eventually nodded with a smile.
"True enough." Gibbs grinned, realizing her answer had indicated she would say nothing to Jack concerning the 'disappearance' of some of his rum. Still in good spirits and slightly tipsy at that, he offered the bottle to Danielle.
"I'll pass," she said raising a hand. She was not really one for rum, usually only accepting on special occasions, one such special event being when they had miraculously managed to weather the Pearl through a monstrous hurricane. That was one voyage Danielle realized she would never forget. Gibbs shrugged and made to take another gulp. "I would drink that up fast, though," Danielle said abruptly. "Jack will be back anytime now."
"Aye," Gibbs agreed once another mouthful of rum had left the bottle. "Ya got a point there, but I wan' ta make it last," he added. "So, ta pass the time until Jack gets back, care ta play a game o' poker?" Danielle crossed her arms.
"Gibbs, you know I always lose at poker."
"Aye, bu' we don't need ta bet tonight. More o' the lads 'ould be needed for a bettin' game." She let her arms fall to her sides and sighed in defeat.
"Somehow you talked me into it, Gibbs," she said with a smile. Shaking her head lightly, she allowed the elder pirate to lead her to a few crates on deck where they could relax waiting for their beloved captain to return from his secretive mission.
"I can't believe I'm getting married." That was all Will Turner could think about over the last few days. He was in shock over it. "I am getting married to Elizabeth in a few days." Raising his hammer again, he slammed it down on the blade he held against the anvil. He was sweaty, tired, and hot yet completely beside himself in excitement and astonishment. He pounded against the sword again and again. I will be married to the love of my life in less than a week! From the moment I met her, I loved her…and now I'm marrying her. Satisfied with the shape of the sword he was working on, he stepped over to a bucket of cool water and slipped the unfinished blade into it. With a sigh he set down his tools on a table and grabbed a rag wiping his face and hands with it. Walking over to a separate bucket, he splashed water on his face, allowing the wet to drip from his hair before grabbing a nearby towel and drying off.
"Elizabeth invited all her friends…I know that. I saw all the invitations." With a huff walked to the table and sat on the chair placed there. "I just hope this ceremony is not only filled to the brim with Elizabeth's friends and people of her class. I can stand being with them for a while, but for that entire day…." He sighed loudly, then looked over to the only creature listening to him: the donkey. Standing up, he approached his work-mate and patted him. "I don't know why I'm talking to you. I guess I just need to talk to someone." He rubbed the animal's nose, then walked over to the sword he was working on.
"I hope Danielle manages to come," he muttered just as he was about to grab the rapidly cooling blade. He paused momentarily, then continued with the action, allowing his thoughts to play through his head. It's been so long since I've seen her. I miss her. It would be so great if she could come. I at least I would be with someone I can talk to and relate to, instead of all of Elizabeth's high class friends. I just feel so uncomfortable around them. He examined the blade, then slipped it back within the bucket; it needed to cool a slight bit longer. Will returned to the chair he had been sitting on previously and occupied it once more. Reaching beneath the clothing of his shirt, he removed a small, delicate gold chain. Strung on it was a ring, an aquamarine stone set into it. He fingered the piece of jewelry, looking it over as he often did. It was plain and simple, yet beautiful nonetheless. Slowly, he closed his hand around the ring, bringing his fist to his chin in thought.
"I hope to be seeing you soon," he whispered, glancing at the object one final time before slipping it beneath his shirt and standing to continue his work.
Gibbs stared at the cards he held.
"Well," he said lightly, his eyes glancing up at Danielle before returning to his cards, "I've been speakin' ta the rest o' the crew, an' we've been noticin' a lack in adventurin' an' pilagin' o' late. Have ya noticed tha' too?" He finally decided on a play after glimpsing the community cards laid on a crate between them. "I'd bid here if we were playin' for gold," he muttered, nodding to Danielle.
It was her turn. She looked at her cards undecided, but then threw caution to the wind.
"I do not have too bad of a hand. I'd bid as well." She tapped the crate they played on with a finger. "Also, in answer to your question," she folded her cards in front of her to focus on Gibbs, "I do realize it has been a while since we've gone on a real adventure. Jack has been caught up in a hunt of some sort." She looked out over the Caribbean. "I have no idea what, though." Turning back to Gibbs she smiled. "Shall we show our hands?" Gibbs nodded, then set his cards on the crate as Danielle flipped her cards around. "Two pairs," said Danielle with a triumphant grin.
"Good try, Danielle," remarked Gibbs with a glint in his eye. "It's no' good enough, however." He tapped his cards. "Full house." Danielle sat up, resting her palms against the crate between them and looked down at his hand.
"Bloody hell," she murmured in awe. "You beat me again!" Gibbs let out a laugh.
"Aye, lass, but you're gettin' better." Danielle shook her head in frustration. She thought she had finally won! Quickly, she picked up their battered deck of cards. Setting the full deck to a side, she pointed at Gibbs.
"I will beat you one day, Gibbs." He only grinned and laughed all the louder.
"I don't doubt tha', Danielle." She chuckled, but both were interrupted when a clunk of wood-on-wood was heard along with a yell from the water. Danielle looked over to where the sounds came from.
"That might be our dear captain," she commented as she stood.
"Aye," agreed Gibbs. "Why no' go toss the ladder out ta 'im." Danielle nodded, then walked to the rail, peering over it to view Jack Sparrow down below as he sat in…a coffin?
"Interesting method of transportation there, Jack," she called with a smirk. He grinned mildly up at her.
"Ye learn to improvise, love." Danielle laughed, then grabbed the rope ladder from deck and threw it down to him. She observed as Jack began to ascend the ladder from the coffin and shook her head. Gibbs suddenly appeared at her side.
"Go wake the crew why don't ya? They shoul' be up since Jack's back." Danielle silently agreed and sped across the deck, walking down below to the crew's quarters where they all slept like the dead. Taking in a deep breath, she let out an earsplitting whistle. A number of the men nearly fell out of their hammocks at the noise, some actually doing so.
"Up on deck, men!" she hollered. "Come on! The captain's back!" Jumping to their feet, they threw on their hats, put on their gear, and the like, then ran up the steps following Danielle to the deck. It was best to be ready to set sail now that Jack was back. Returning to the main deck, Danielle crossed it with the rest of the men hot on her heels. Gibbs reached out to help Jack climb aboard, but instead was handed a skeleton leg…no doubt a possession of the sorry soul from the coffin. Jack swiftly climbed onto the Pearl himself as Cotton ran up, draping Jack's coat about his shoulders.
"No' quite accordin' ta plan," remarked Gibbs, glancing at Jack. They had expected him to return in an actually boat with paddles, not a wooden coffin using a skeleton leg. Jack was unfazed.
"Complication arose, ensued, were overcome."
"You got what you went for then?" questioned his first mate interestedly.
"I hope so," said Danielle as she crossed her arms. Jack removed a roll of cloth from within his coat.
"Mm-hmm." He waved the cloth about for the crew to see. "I did." He looked Danielle sharply in the eye, then smiled. Gibbs and the rest of the crew looked immediately disappointed at Jack's find…he had been looking for a piece of cloth…. It did not matter to Danielle whether or not it was gold, she only missed the adventure and excitement. Gibbs stepped up to Jack hesitantly.
"Cap'n," he said to gain Jack's attention, "I think the crew, meanin' me as well, were expectin' somethin' a bit more…shiny." He gestured in the air with his hand. "Wha' with the Isle de Muerta goin' all pear shaped, reclaimed by the sea, an' the treasure with it." Another one of the crewmen stepped forward.
"An' de Royal Navy chasin' us all around de Atlantic." He looked about support, which he gained immediately as Marty spoke out.
"And the hurricane." The crew all shouted and nodded in agreement. Danielle simply shook her head in aggravation and placed it in her hand. Who knew where this bizarre confrontation would end?
"All in all," concluded Gibbs from Jack's side, "it seems some time since we did a speck o' honest pirating." Danielle glanced up at Gibb's comment, and took her turn to speak.
"Frankly, I agree with them there." Jack looked over at her in curiosity. "I miss the adventure and excitement. It's been a while since we have had any of that, Jack. I could live without the gold; I simply miss being a pirate." Jack, to her surprise, grinned slightly.
"Then yer in luck, love. We'll be goin' on an excitin' adventure shor'ly."
"That's good to hear, Jack." He nodded, then glanced about at the other crew members.
"See, one o' ye at leas' knows they can trust Captain Jack Sparrow!" He pointed a finger in the air, waving it about.
"I never said I trust you, Jack," remarked Danielle. He lowered his hand with a frown. "I mean," corrected Danielle, "I trust you for some things, but after all my near death experiences due to your plans I have trouble differentiating between your idea of an 'exciting adventure' and a suicide mission." Jack looked put out, and instead chose to ignore her comment, turning back to Gibbs.
"Shiny?" he asked of his first mate over his shoulder. Gibbs nodded.
"Aye, shiny." Jack returned his gaze to his crew, aggravated with their lack of faith.
"Is tha' how yer're all feelin', then?" he asked of them. "Perhaps dear ol' Jack is no' servin' yer best interests as captain?" He turned to Danielle. "Even ye!" He pointed at her. "I invited ye to join my crew a year ago, an' ye're hardly thankful for the experience." Danielle sighed loudly.
"Of course I'm thankful for the offer, Jack! Why do you think I'm still here! I had a chance to leave with Anamaria because she got so tired of all your crazy schemes. I didn't take it…I stayed! I trust you with my life, Jack…I've had to!" She pointed down to her legs for the explanation. "On most occasions I'm pleased with our work, but lately we have done nothing!" Her voice had been calm the entire time as she spoke. She was not angry, only aggravated with him. Jack had been acting so strange lately; he did not seem like himself. Jack said nothing. A few seconds of silence followed…soon broken by Cotton's parrot.
"Awk!" the bird called. "Walk the plank!" Jack was apparently very frazzled because he spun around with his pistol on the parrot.
"Wha' did the bird say?" he questioned viciously. One of the Pearl's newer crew members, Leech, intervened.
"Do not blame de bird. Show us what is on that piece of cloth there." He pointed out the small rolled up fabric in Jack's hand. All turned into chaos, although, as Jack the monkey swooped down from above, snatched the cloth, and scampered away across the deck. Jack grabbed his pistol once more then attempted to fire it, but nothing happened. Throwing down his pistol in aggravation, he whipped out Danielle's pistol from her holster and shot at the monkey. Jack grinned as the vermin lurched forward, dropping the cloth, but then seemingly unharmed it scurried up the rigging of the Pearl.
"Know tha' don't do no good," reasoned Gibbs.
"It does me," countered Jack. He now held Danielle's firearm loosely in his hand.
"Give me that, Jack!" yelled Danielle, taking her pistol from him and stuffing it back into its holster. "Don't steal my pistol from me again!" Jack smiled weakly.
"Once time even', love." He then glared up at the monkey in the riggings. "Where did we ge' tha' bloody bugger anyway?" The monkey apparently sensed Jack's gaze and screeched loudly.
"How should I know?" shrugged Danielle. "It appeared on the Pearl shortly after Barbossa died." Marty, meanwhile, ran to retrieve the cloth.
"I wish it died," grumbled Jack lowly under his breath as Marty examined the fabric.
"It's a key!" the pirate revealed to the rest of the crew. Jack grinned, approaching Marty.
"No! Much more better!" insisted Jack as he took the cloth and held it up. "It is a drawing o' a key." The crew followed their captain, all gazing with puzzled looks at a battered sketch of a two-headed key.
"A strange looking key," muttered Danielle as she studied the drawing closely. Jack ignored her comment and persisted.
"Gentlemen," he said to the crew, "and lady," he added as Danielle arched an eyebrow at him, "wha' do keys do?" Danielle stared at Jack. What kind of speech is he going to give this time? she wondered. Leech stepped up, cautious in his answer.
"Keys…unlock…tings." Gibbs appeared to be catching on and swiftly continued off Leech's answer.
"An' whatever this key unlocks, inside there is somethin' valuable," he said, becoming more sure of himself with each passing second. "So…we're settin' out ta find whatever this key unlocks!"
"No!" replied Jack buoyantly. He stepped closer to Gibbs, lowering his voice, but everyone still heard him clearly. "If we don't 'ave the key, we can't open whatever it is we don't 'ave tha' it unlocks. So, wha' purpose would be served in findin' whatever be unlocked…which we don't 'ave, without first havin' found the key wha' unlocks it?" Gibbs appeared puzzled at first, then after attempting to piece together what Jack said, offered a secondary answer.
"So…we're goin' after this key!" Jack frowned.
"Yer no' makin' any sense at all." Danielle had to resist hitting herself in the head. She liked Jack and adored spending time with him…but after nearly twelve months of that, she knew she had to get away. Thank God Will is having his wedding, she thought gratefully. "Any more questions?" she heard Jack ask.
"So…" murmured Marty, "do we have a heading?"
"Hah!" said Jack, removing his trusty compass and opening it up. "A headin'." He watched as the needle spun. "Set sail in a…mmm…" he hesitated as his finger circled about in the air uncertainly, "…a general…in tha' way," he pointed, "…direction." The crew stared at him in suspicion.
"Cap'n?" questioned Gibbs, looking at Jack doubtfully. Danielle, meanwhile, scrutinized him…something was definitely not right.
"C'mon!" hollered Jack. "Snap to an' make sail, ye know 'ow it works." The crew remained rooted to the deck. "Oi, oi…oi!" urged Jack. Finally they snapped out of their shock and ran about the deck, preparing to set sail. Jack turned about and made his way leisurely to the helm. Danielle watched his retreating back curiously, then glanced to one side as Marty and Gibbs were speaking quietly at the rail…no doubt about Jack. Everyone could easily tell something was up. Taking a deep breath, she followed her captain to the wheel.
"Jack," Danielle said as she approached him. He looked over at her from his beloved wheel. "Are you alright?" He watched her for a minute somberly, then grinned his typical Jack-ish grin.
"O' course, love. Why would ye think diff'rent?" Danielle was not taken in by his act.
"You've been acting a bit strange is all," she replied.
"Me? Strange?" he scoffed. "Never." Danielle scrutinized him closely.
"You've been seeming spooked of late…uneasy, almost," she pressed. Jack was undeterred.
"O' course I'm uneasy," he countered swiftly. "I jus' came from tha' bloody prison!" He pointed out the looming tower in the distance, then shuddered. "No' the homiest o' places ye could say." Danielle observed him a moment more, but her captain was not wavering, therefore she dropped the subject altogether and switched to a more lighthearted topic.
"Now you know I'm not here for the gold and all," began Danielle, "but you cannot deny we haven't done some actual plundering lately." Jack glanced sidelong at her as he held the wheel. "As I said before, I miss the adventure…that's why I'm on the Pearl." Jack appeared to be pondering her words for a moment. Finally, he muttered a few words.
"Well, I suppose we could go back to Singapore once we're done 'ere."
"What?!" Danielle exclaimed loudly. "No, we are not going back to Singapore! We barely got out of there alive last time…. You blew up half of Sao Feng's bloody bath house for crying out loud, not to mention killed a dozen of his men!"
"'ow was I supposed to know tha' bomb was lit?!" retorted Jack as he whipped around at her. Danielle's jaw dropped open before she gained the ability to speak again.
"You were the one tossing it up in the air standing around twenty or so lit candles!" She shook her head to calm herself down. "No…we cannot return to Singapore. Sao Feng would kill us if we returned...or at least kill you." She pointed viciously at Jack.
"Why don't ye come up with some ideas, then?" replied Jack snidely. Danielle groaned into her hand, then let out a breath.
"I'm sorry, Jack," she murmured. "I am only telling you what the crew has been thinking. I came here for a specific reason of my own." Jack's mood brightened and he grinned.
"Ye've changed ye mind about joinin' me in my cabin?" Danielle stared at him deadpan, then shook her head.
"No," she replied with a mild glare. "I was actually wondering if you could drop me off at Port Royal or Tortuga." Jack looked at her in confusion.
"Why do ye want to go there? We were jus' at Tortuga..." He suddenly broke into another grin. "Are ye interested in some pleasur'ble company?" Danielle removed the invitation from an inner coat pocket and unfolded it as he spoke, then glowered at him again.
"No! I do not want pleasurable company!" she all but shouted, thrusting the invitation into his hand. "I have to get to a wedding, however." Jack held out the letter and read through it. His eyes roamed back and forth across the words.
"'Ye are cordially invited…weddin'…William Turner…Elizabeth Swann.'" He turned and looked to Danielle in questioning, still holding the letter in one hand. As if to be sure he read right, his eyes wandered back to the invitation. "I though' ye wanted to be the bride, no' see the bride," he said after a second reading. Danielle sighed and plucked the invitation from his hand.
"Yes, so I felt after being with Will nearly a year ago. He's marrying Elizabeth, however, but he wants me to be there." She pointed out the script in the bottom corner. Jack apparently had not noticed it at first.
"Oh…" murmured Jack knowingly with a mischievous grin after having read Will's note, "so now ye're goin' because dear William wants ye there. I see…." Danielle looked at him disbelievingly as she stuffed away the letter.
"I'm going solely as a friend, Jack." He nodded curtly.
"I understand ye crystal clear, love," he commented. Danielle looked suspicious for an instant, then smiled.
"So, you can drop me off at Port Royal or Tortuga?" she asked hopefully.
"No, I cannot," replied Jack outright. "I 'ave other affairs to deal with." Danielle appeared sullen. "'owever," he added, raising a finger, "I can let ye use a skiff and row out in 'opes of runnin' into another ship in 'opes tha' they would take you to Port Royal or Tortuga." She thought over his offer. I guess that would be the only way I could attend the wedding, she reasoned. I suppose I'll have to accept. She nodded.
"Fine, captain. I accept." Jack grinned.
"Good, love. Now go get wha' ye'll need, then come back on deck. We'll 'elp ye set out." He gestured for her to go down below. Danielle smiled widely, then hugged Jack around the waist.
"Thank you, Jack," she said before jogging down to the main deck, then onward to her cabin. Gibbs looked back at Danielle in confusion as she rushed down below, then climbed up beside Jack at the helm.
"What's got 'er so excited, Cap'n?" questioned his first mate.
"I told 'er I'd let 'er take a skiff out so she could get to Port Royal," he replied nonchalantly. "'opefully she'll be able to run into another ship tha' will take 'er the rest o' the way." He looked at Gibbs with a smirk. "Apparently, young William Turner is gettin' married."
"Is he now?" asked Gibbs in interest.
"Aye." A thought then struck the first mate.
"Cap'n, do ya mean Danielle ta go alone?" Jack looked over to him as if he were insane.
"O' couse. She's a pirate, ain't she?" Gibbs appeared nervous and worried all of the sudden.
"Do ya think tha' a good idea, Cap'n? Don't ya think it migh' be dangerous?"
"O' course not!" said Jack incredulously. "Danielle wouldn't hurt a fly...maybe threaten one," he then added as an afterthought. Gibbs shook his head furiously.
"No, Cap'n, I mean for Danielle wha' with her disability an' all."
"Oh, no!" muttered Jack, finally understanding what Gibbs was saying. "She's got 'er sword and pistol on 'er. She should be fine." Gibbs shrugged uneasily, feeling uncertain in his captain's confidence.
"If ya think so," he said with a sigh. There was nothing else he could say. He could only trust in Jack and Danielle…and hope for the best.
Short-ish chapter, but it's a start. I wanted to give a bit of an introduction of sorts. Next chapter should have some action. At this point I'm not sure if you'll be meeting Will again in next chapter or in the third…but he'll be back soon! Please review! I appreciate them so much!
Oh, and I'm curious if you understand why I entitled the story "Faith Ever Strengthens". I'd like to hear your take on it, then I'll explain why I entitled it so when I post Chapter 2.