Wasn't Supposed To Happen
Summary: After stowing away on a merchant ship, Poppy Connors is captured by Davy Jones and is held captive on the Flying Dutchman for five years. When a mysterious stranger appears, will things finally begin to look up for Poppy?
Warnings: There will be OCs and Will/OC pairing, so if you don't like, then don't read. Also there may be some mistakes with things such as dates and nautical terms. This is unintentional! Finally, this story is mainly set around the time of Dead Man's Chest, there will therefore be spoilers. Anybody who hasn't seen the film yet, I would advise you not to read!
Disclaimer: Everything related to Disney and the Pirates of the Caribbean movies belongs to Disney and all those wonderful people. Nothing belongs to me, except for any OC characters
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Chapter 1: Stowaway
Poppy Connors glanced around the crowded docks, keeping in the shadows of the cargo being loaded from the merchant vessels. She spotted a boat that had been left unmanned and quickly made her way up the gangplank and onto its decks, before slipping into the hold of the ship. Settling herself down behind kegs of gunpowder, she waited for the ship to begin its journey, away from Port Ava. She immediately felt a weight lifting off her shoulders and let out a sigh of relief. All that was left to do was remain hidden until the boat stopped at its next destination. Poppy had decided that she would get off then, as long as the land was far, far away from her home town.
"If Father could see me now…" She stopped abruptly as footsteps echoed overhead. The crew was on board, and soon she would be well on her way to leaving the damned place.
Poppy shuddered with horror as a particularly large rat scuttled along the wooden planks. Obviously she wasn't the only stowaway on this ship. She sighed again, thinking about what, or who, had led her to lead such rash actions. It had taken a lot before her mother's matchmaking had finally driven her over the edge.
Poppy's mother, Danielle Connors, was a respectable woman, married in her late teens, pregnant with Poppy before she become twenty years of age, a devoted wife and mother. Too devoted it would seem, as she had eventually succeeded in driving away both her husband, exasperated by her attempts of perfection, and now her only daughter, angry and frustrated that she wasexpected to become a mirror image of her mother.
It had begun when she reached her teens. Men of stature and semi-decent background began to visit "unexpectedly", bringing along with them rich, wonderful gifts and mouths overflowing with compliments. For the most part, Poppy found these suitors bearable, and would put up with their frequent visits. However, as she grew older, her mother became more and more frantic about her child's marital status, or lack thereof.
"It's not proper! You should at least be engaged by now!" She recalled being said after one shouting match between herself and her mother, which had resulted in Poppy storming off into her room and not coming out for three days.
However, despite her daughter's resistance, Poppy's mother still brought along more suitors, each one getting progressively worse. Poppy was surprised that she had managed to retain her mental health throughout this.
The final straw had come just a week before Poppy's decision to leave. Danielle had discovered a particularly vile specimen of a man and had taken the liberty of holding a banquet at their home in his honour. Poppy was sure that her mother had gone insane, as it was very clear exactly how "honourable" this man was. He had spent most of the night ogling Poppy in an incredibly inappropriate manner, making her very uncomfortable and vexed.
After the meal had finished, and the maids were clearing away the plates, the man, Peter, had asked Poppy to walk with him. She had reluctantly complied, due to a sharp poke in the back from her mother, and was led out into the balmy Caribbean night. Poppy had had no idea of where they were heading, and when they finally stopped, she realised that they had travelled farther from the house than she had anticipated.
The reason behind this soon became clear as she was shoved unceremoniously into a wall, and then roughly groped by the poor excuse of a man. At first she was too shocked to react to this, but then quickly regained her senses and had kneedhim sharply between his legs. As he lay groaning on the floor, she had swiftly made her way back to the house, slamming the door behind her and striding through the rooms, to find her mother. Peter had quickly followed and entered the house just as Poppy had begun ranting about his antics.
Unbelievably, he had spun some preposterous yarn which her mother had actually swallowed, causing Poppy to cry out in anger and let out a string of curses. This in turn led to Poppy being sent to her room and her mother telling her that she would stay in there until she was ready to apologise. Poppy's reply to that had gotten her a sharp slap around the face.
And here she was now, reduced to escaping the port like a rodent, hiding away underneath the deck. She would have laughed if she knew that it wouldn't cause her hiding spot to be found.
