Disclaimer: Pirates? Not mine.

A/N: Written for the 'First Day' challenge at BPS

Things Half-Hoped For

Elizabeth Swann moved through the halls of the governor's residence, a small, pale ghost in the darkened rooms where sun had not reached for months. The rooms were cavernous and empty, as many of her father's things had not yet arrived from England. She skirted corners and stayed close to the walls. She lifted the edges of the sheets covering the furniture, pulled dusty books from the library shelves, and gingerly pressed the keys of the harpsichord in the ballroom.

Her father showed Elizabeth the room that would be hers. The window opened on the crescent of the bay, and she sat at the window long into the night as the rest of the house slept, searching for a half-hoped for ship with a black flag and a white skull, coming to tempt her away to piracy.