This is my first open AnaJack story. I hope y'all like it. Any ideas would be appreciated, coz I only have it planned to the maybe 10th chapter. Yeah. Anyhow, this story is dedicated to all the AnaJack shippers, who helped me recover from my first ever writers block. Yeah. I'm sure you all remember it. It's horrible, to those who haven't had it before. Gawd. I felt dead. Anyhow, I own no one, even though Jack is highly tempting. :D. ENJOY!
"ANA MARIA! YOUNG LADY, COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" screeched a feminine voice.
Ana Maria, young lady child of the Governor of a small Jamaican town groaned. She hated this. Her life consisted of nothing but this lord and that duke and all these random people from England who fawned over her body and accent. They praised her copper skin and her full lips, her dark black silken hair, her perfect figure, so wonderful that she didn't need a corset, but none of them noticed her trim muscles, her petite feet, extremely useful for running, and lastly her most intriguing feature. Deep cocoa eyes lined with kohl, soulful, bewitching, so strong was their pull, that anyone who looked into them would fall a thousand miles and fight for the rest of their days to own them.
But her soul. Her soul longed for so such more. It longed for freedom, yes, what few women ever got. She desired to fly, to soar on the wings of a bird, to feel her hair flying behind her. She wanted to wear men's clothes and fight. She wanted to chop her hair off, she wished to be a man. She wished to never marry, to own the world, to tame the sea. Practically, she knew that it was not possible, but her soul dreamed of doing it. In her head she could do anything. She could fly over the highest mountain, and swim in the deepest ocean. She could find treasure beyond all compare, and she would marry a man she loved, she would share a passionate relationship with him, not just one to continue their kind. She had rare dreams.
But she, as usual, was interrupted from her reverie by her governess. Stupid violin, she thought as she went downstairs to rub that dumb string and make screechy noises against a wooden plank…
Well, just a wee little background on Ana. Kind of like a prologue. Next chappie should be up soon.