DISCLAIMER- I DON'T OWN THE FRIGGIN TEEN TITANS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Slade looked at Starfire's now bloodied body, and called to one of the crewmen. "Aye, Light, clean up this mess. I don't want it stainin' me deck." The man known as Light jumped right to it, poking the corpse, and grimacing at the smell.

Slade walked towards the kitchen, finding the gypsy lying by the stove, trying to get warm. He bent down next to her, and asked, "Cold?" She glared at him and she replied, "Yes, just like what's left of yer shriveled empty heart."

Slade looked at her curiously, and then his eye got a cold look to them. "If ye want to play that way, we can set ye on fire instead a fetchin' ye a blanket." She gave him a glare and drew her gun. "If ye want to live, then I would leave. " Her icy glare was returned and he grasped her wrists in one hand, and took her gun with the other. "I can't have you shootin' me on me own ship." She simply flicked him the middle finger and faced the other way. Slade just walked off with a shrug. 'Let her be cold, I tried to be civil.'

As for Raven, she just curled up tighter, feeling empty from the loss of her favorite gun.

Slade walked back on deck, feeling a bit sour from talking to the Gypsy.

He realized that he still didn't know her name, and he was pretty sure her name wasn't Gypsy. He decided that he would get it out of her later. He went towards the Captain's cabin without stopping by the mess hall to eat supper. Raven didn't sleep very well, so around midnight she snuck up on deck.

The man at the wheel was half asleep, so she easily slithered past him undetected. It was cold above deck, so she decided to go back into her corner, unaware that her captain was coming down for another bottle of rum.

Slade drew his gun as soon as he heard something rustling around in the kitchen. When he turned his candle towards the sound he saw the gypsy coming back from above deck, shivering in the cold. She turned towards the source of light and relaxed slightly when she saw it was just Slade. "Hm, looking for something Cap'n?"

His glare was icy as he looked upon the now filthy Gypsy. "Nothin' concerning you, go back to sleep." She shook her head, laughing slightly. "With this draft, and in these clothes? I don't think so. I'll probably sit here and wait for someone to come and knock me unconscious. That's what we did at the gypsy camp when we couldn't sleep." Slade was mildly surprised at this fact, he'd never thought they would actually knock each other unconscious and consider it a favor. "Who are you?" His question startled her, because few people knew her name.

"Nothin but a gypsy. A damn good one, if I do say so meself."

"That's not what I meant."

"Hm, I don't think I'm following yeh."

Slade rolled his eye, showing that he was quite annoyed. He spelled it out as clearly and shortly as he possibly could. "Your Name, What is your name." "I'll tell you that when I know I can trust you. As in with my life." Her eyes were deadly serious, and he understood why she didn't trust him. She rolled over and quickly fell asleep, and he found his bottle of rum. Before he left, he draped his overcoat over her. He didn't notice when she opened her eyes and smiled. 'Finally gettin' to 'im.'

Slade slept well that night, a first for him.

The sound of yet another cannon fire was enough to startle both Raven and Slade out of their deep slumbers. Raven stood up and reached for her gun, remembering that it was confiscated. She ran to the Captains quarters, and stormed In without a second thought and walked in on her captain with only his pants on. "Me gun, where is it?" He threw it at her and she got a view of his muscular chest, and well toned abs. He walked over to her and grasped her chin. "I would appreciate it if you went and joined the crew so I could finish dressing." She snapped out of her daze, and ran out, trying to burn his image from her mind.

Out on the deck, there were bloodied masses everywhere, and screams of agony polluted Raven's ears.

Slade stepped up behind her, and gently pushed her out of the way. She took aim and began shooting. By the time the battle was over, the enemy was slaughtered to no end.

Raven started walking around when another one of the enemies jumped up, catching her off guard. He knocked the gun out of her hand, and held down her hands, handcuffing them with some iron cuffs. A knife was held to her throat and he called out to Slade. "Aye Captain," The word 'captain' was spoken with venom and pure loathing, clearly showing his dislike for Slade. "If Ya want your woman, you give me all yer loot and the ship, and I might let her live." Slade suddenly felt a feeling he hadn't felt for around 7 years. He felt worry for ths gypsy and he wanted to protect her. He aimed his gun, and shot. "MOVE your head!" his shout was followed, and the man was suddenly dead.

Raven stood, frozen in place at the shock that the Terror of the seas killed for her. As she walked past him she said loud enough for only him to hear, "Raven. The name's Raven." She disappeared below deck. Slade simply smiled as he headed towards his cabin. It was a very productive day.

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