Disclaimer: Alas, the Royal Navy men still don't belong to me.

I started writing Shipwreck:Murtogg and Mullroy before there was even a whisper of the two turning pirate, because I thought it was the most unlikely thing. After At World's End, I decided to look over it again. It had been my first long PotC fanfic so naturally, I loved it and hated it to bits.It was unacceptable, it would all have to be redone! And that, my dear reader is what I have before you now...

Chapter 1: The Storm

The sea was stirred up as if Poseidon had left his two year old with a spoon and wandered off to collect sea urchins. Above, below, and around briny water gushed in a confused deluge plastering cloth to skin, rolling and pitching the H.M.S. Faithful and her crew. Jagged slivers of lightning were the only sources of penetrating light. The sailors and marines alike held tight to whatever was at hand struggling to secure an odd item with another knot or simply avoid being washed away.

"This reminds me of that story!" shouted one such marine sputtering as water replaced air. He secured his soggy hat to his head with the one hand he could spare. His name was Mullroy and is one character you shall be well acquainted with by the end of this tale. Murtogg, a skinnier and slightly taller brown haired, though it was difficult to tell at the moment, man struggled his way closer to respond. "Which one?"

"Ship spinning to it's doom as the creature—"Mullroy spat again. "--slurped to take a drink! Pfeh!"

"I like that one!" screeched Murtogg. They were mere feet away from each other and strained to hear. "And the one with the mermaids!" Mullroy shook his head and another wave slammed into the ship. Murtogg shouted again keeping a firm grip on his hat, "Fishy tailed half-women!"

"Greetings, storytellers!" The two turned still clinging to the rail. A lieutenant named Farcett inched towards them, a lantern flickering feebly in his hand. He grinned at them.

"It's no time for telling tales now." He spat out rainwater, "Gillette needs a hand with the lifeboat back there." Murtogg hesitated and looked at Mullroy before continuing, "Sir?"

"What is it?"

"He thinks we lost his shoe. We were never near his shoes!"

"Oh," nodded Farcett understanding. Then he smiled wider, "My apologies, I'm the one who relocated his shoe. Go on and tell him. Then make sure that boat's secure." He winked. "That bit's an order."

"Aye, Lieutenant Farcett." said Mullroy. The two made sure he was lost behind the rain before hurrying to help Gillette. The officer frowned and flared his nostrils, but said nothing as they untied the ropes. The two marines silently decided not to tell him about Farcett's shoe relocating.

One by one they untied the clumsy knots and retied properly until they came to the last one. Murtogg slipped between the boat and the rail to untie the offending knot. Blinking back the rain, he yanked at the rope. "It's not coming undone!"

"Try wiggling it a bit more…"

"Twist it to the right— "

"No,no, we twisted it to the left!"

Gillette tapped his foot impatiently before squeezing into the small space. He opened his mouth and— THUD! The ship pitched and the boat swerved into him. He slid down, crumpling to the deck.

"There, see it was to the left!" Murtogg smiled patting his friend on the shoulder. Mullroy looked up from the untied knot. "Where'd he go?"

"Tired of waiting for us, I suspect." Murtogg straightened and stretched a bit.

"Murtogg…Murtogg!"

The slimmer marine saw the thoroughly knocked out lieutenant's closed eyes and gaping mouth. He glanced up at the rain. "He'll drown!" He bit his lip. "Then, he'll shout at us…"

Mullroy pulled the lieutenant more or less to his feet. "Don't be silly. He'd come back and haunt us if he drowned."

"What's the proper procedure for lieutenants knocked out by boats?" Murtogg picked up Gillette's hat and placed it carefully on his head. "We didn't do it on purpose…It's not like we took the boat and said, 'Oh, look I can swing this boat at Gillette! Whooo!'"

Mullroy squinted into the rain. "Sssh! Someone's coming!"

"What's going on here?"

"Lieutenant Gillette was hit by something, sir..."