Disclaimer: POTC belongs to you-know-who. Today in "Shipwreck: Murtogg and Mullroy" the question is…

What's Your Name?

Night had cloaked the seemingly nonexistent boundaries of the waters in darkness and the cool night air settled over the calm waters. The wind softly pushed the Black Pearl under the countless numbers of twinkling lights in the sky. The moon was full just as it was in the tale that the pirate Captain Jack Sparrow told of his former first mate.

"From this very ship they were slipping into the harbor as the moon turned them into grotesque forms, evil eyes glowing from rotting sockets in its light…"

Those who were not standing watch were gathered closely around him as a lantern cast shadows across his face as he told a tale that he assured them was "Sworn true by many an honest man who witnessed it…"

Mullroy was gazing thoughtfully at the sea in quiet reflection. Charlie slipped away from Captain Barbossa's attack on a New England port to his side. He hesitated for a moment before posing his question. "What's your name?"

"You already know-"

"Your first name, mine is Charles your name is-"

Mullroy face became a blank at this simple question; he removed his hat and began fiddling with it, to give himself more time to think. Charlie studied him for a moment. "You do have a name?"

"That would be absurd-I have a name!" Mullroy jammed his hat back on his head, caught Murtogg's eye and pantomimed. Murtogg merely shook his head in bewilderment.

"Murtogg! May I speak to you?"

Murtogg broke away from the group reluctantly giving in to his friend's request by ignoring the allure of the enthralling story Jack was weaving.

"There they were circling, like dogs they circled! A sight it was…"

He retreated from the sounds of captivated sea travelers managing not to break the atmosphere. Charlie stole a curious look at his captain, dismally sighing as he waited for the answer to a question he wished he had not asked. He sighed then leaned against one of the masts knowing it would take some time before they came to their answer.

"What is this all about?"

"What's my first name?"

"You haven't used it in a while."

"Well, what's your name? I know I have a different one."

"You don't remember my name!" Murtogg hissed as if it was an offensive sort of thing.

"Shush! He might hear you!"

"It's not my fault you forgot my name!"

"Tell me anyway!" He said urgently.

"We never had to worry about it in the military…"

"You know your name right?"

"This is nonsense Mullroy! We should know our names!"

"Great! Now I think he's heard us! Quick, think up two names!"

"Jack and Ana Maria." Murtogg whispered free of any sarcasm or comical intent.

"We can't use those!"

"Charlie and Oliver."

"This isn't funny!"

"Why do I have to think up both names?"

"I'll think of-I think I remembered your name!"

"What is it?"

"Joseph?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Joseph Murtogg."

"Good, that can't be my name then. Angus, that's it!"

"You don't look like an Angus."

"Well, I'm certainly not a cow."

By this point Charlie had inched close enough to the story circle to listen to the intriguing account. With one eye on the two redcoats who were in deep conversation, he managed to hear the last bits of the story before they pulled him away. Both wore triumphant expressions as if they had accomplished a large feat worthy of commendation.

"It's Angus!" Angus shouted pleased he had figured out on his own. You and I both know that he didn't, but we can't exactly tell him that can we? Regardless of whether what he thought was true he was beaming all the same.

"Brilliant. I'm glad we have that sorted out!" Charlie replied in fake appreciation then hurriedly returned to his refuge of friends, Oliver who had apple colored hair and Jonathan or Johnny who had fallen on the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.