This right here is the first fanfic I ever wrote. It's going to be of all three of the PotC movies, but since the third one isn't out yet…
The Elric brothers walked down the beach, looking for a sign of civilization. They were lost, completely lost. A few days before, the boat they were on had capsized in a storm. Luckily they had gotten hold of a decently large chunk of wood and transmuted it into a boat, seconds before the ship sunk. They weren't sure what had happened to Colonel Mustang, who was on the same ship with Lieutenants Hawkeye and Havoc. Ed was worried about the two Lieutenants, but claimed not to care at all about Mustang. Al wasn't convinced of his brother's indifference, he knew his brother was worried.
Ed tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.
"Damn, this sucks. Where the hell are we?"
"I don't know, brother, but we should keep going. If we find somebody, we can ask where we are."
They kept walking. After a while, Al started to carry his brother, since it was obvious that Ed wouldn't be able to go much farther. Soon they came upon some cliffs. At the top of the cliffs was a building of some sort.
"Hmm?" From Al's back, Ed looked up at the top of the cliffs. "Oh, that's nice." He got down from his brother's back and dusted himself off. After a moment, a flash of movement caught his attention. Somebody had fallen off the cliff, and was plummeting towards the water. Ed looked closer, and with a start realized that this person would land directly on one of the jutting rocks. In an instant, he clapped his hands together and put one hand on the cliff. The rock instantly disappeared, and the person landed safely in the water. "Phew," he said, and watched to see what would happen to the person. When he saw somebody else swimming towards the person, he breathed a sigh of relief. The person was okay.
"I wonder what that was all about," Ed said to his brother.
Their thoughts on the matter were soon interrupted by a cry from behind them. "Oy, you there! What are you doing?"
Ed and Al turned around to see a ring of people surrounding them. They were all in uniform, but it wasn't the uniforms the two were used to seeing. They were red, and rather silly-looking, thought Ed. Along with the uniforms, each of the men had a gun, with a bayonet on the end, and all of them were pointed at the brothers. Al stepped forward.
"Um, sorry, we're not from around here. You see, we were in this ship, and it capsized, and we got into a boat, and somehow we ended up here."
"Oh, are you castaways?" One of them asked.
"Um, yeah, I guess so."
"What are your names?"
As the two introduced themselves, Ed made it very clear that he was the older brother, not wanting anybody to think otherwise.
"All right, come with us."
The brothers were sitting in a room of what they could only guess was a headquarters for a military. After a while, somebody came into the room and announced that Commodore Norrington had arrived. Shortly after, he entered the room. He was wearing one of the curly white wigs worn by many of the military people in the area. Ed snorted.
"And what, may I ask, is so funny, young man?" Norrington asked.
"What? Oh, nothing." Ed was still trying not to laugh, but the man ignored him.
"So, you two are survivors of that storm in the Atlantic?"
"What are you talking about?" Said Al, not knowing what the Atlantic was.
"A few days ago, there was a huge storm out in the Atlantic Ocean. So far, we haven't heard of any ships making it through, much less lifeboats."
"Well, I guess we just got lucky."
"I suppose so. Speaking of which, it seems that you were watching while Ms. Swan fell into the sea. Did it not cross either of your minds to help her?"
"We di-" Ed interrupted his brother, sensing that this man didn't know anything about alchemy. "We would have helped, sir, but neither of us can swim."
"Neither of you know how to swim?"
"Well, it's not so much not knowing how, it's more we can't."
"What do you mean?"
Ed was silent for a moment.
"S-something happened when we were young, and the results of that messed up our bodies very badly."
At this, the Commodore seemed to soften. "Is that why your older brother wears armor?" At this, Al laughed, while Ed began to become very angry.
"Who are you calling so short that he looks like the younger of the two of us?!?!?!?!!?!!!" Al had to act fast to prevent his brother from flattening the Commodore who had unwittingly insulted Ed so badly.
"Brother, he didn't mean it like that!"
After Ed calmed down enough to be let go, he gave Norrington a death glare. "Yes, that is why my YOUNGER brother wears the armor."
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to offend you."
"Well, where were you headed?"
The two brothers looked at each other. "Well, the thing is, we don't really know."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we were heading on a mission with Colonel Mustang," Al began.
"And that stupid bastard didn't even tell us what we were doing, he just dragged us along, and when we asked Lieut. Hawkeye…" Ed continued.
"That's when the storm hit, and we lost track of each other."
"So you two are military officials? Of which country?"
"Well, only my brother works for the military, I just accompany him since our home no longer exists…"
"And why is that?"
"We burned it down, so that we wouldn't turn back on the path we have chosen."
At this point, the Commodore seemed to realize that the boys had had a difficult past, and asked one final question. "So what will you do now, since your comrades may not have survived?"
"I don't know."
"I assume you don't have any money."
"Yeah, I wasn't able to go back to our cabin before the boat sank."
"In that case, I will find a place for you to stay. Feel free to look around town, just return here in the evening."
"All right." They headed out the door, but before they exited, Ed looked back. "Um, about Ms. Swan, is she okay?"
"Yes, she has recovered, and the man who saved her turned out to be a pirate, so he has been arrested."
"Oh, really? That's interesting…" Ed trailed off and left, closing the door behind him.
As the two explored the town, Ed noticed a little shop where there were a lot of people standing around some old man. They noticed another, younger man standing inside, a strange look on his face. Curious about what was going on, Ed made his way through the crowd to the younger man.
"What's going on?" It took a moment for the man to see Ed, since he was up on a step and Ed barely came up to his chest.
"Oh, you mean you haven't heard? That pirate came and hid in here, and I fought with him."
"So why is everybody talking to that old man over there?"
"Because he got the credit for stopping him."
"Oh, I know how that is…" Ed trailed off, remembering how many times credit had gone to Mustang for something that he did. "So how'd that guy manage to get credit?"
"Because he knocked that pirate out after I fought with him for a long time."
"So the only reason that guy could knock him out was because you fought with him?"
"Man, that sucks. But hey, at least you helped, even if not everybody knows it."
The man nodded, and then took a closer look at the brothers, the younger of the two now starting to get stares from people around them. "Where are you from? Your accent is very hard to place."
"Us? Oh, we're from Amestris."
"Yeah, the country of Amestris, across the sea? Haven't you heard of it?"
"No, never. So how did you end up in Port Royal?"
"By accident, we were in a storm, you see…"
"Oh, that storm in the Atlantic?"
"All right, what are you talking about? I've never heard of the Atlantic, and I've looked at a lot of maps of the world!"
"Are you sure? Because if you're from this side of the Atlantic, you should have heard of it."
"Well, no, I haven't."
"How old are you, then?"
At this, Ed began to lose it. Al, wanting to avoid a scene, placed a hand on his brother's shoulder and said, "I'm 14, and my brother is 15." In a whisper, he added, "and please don't act too surprised, brother is very sensitive about his size."
"All right. So what are you doing now?"
"Well, we're just looking around for the moment, and then we don't really have any plans yet."
"If you want, I can show you around. I've finished what needs to be done for today, and Mr. Brown probably won't notice that I'm gone."
"That sounds good," Al said. "Oh, by the way, I'm Alphonse Elric, and this is my brother Edward."
"It's nice to meet you. My name is Will Turner."