(Updated! This story has been updated and altered slightly since it was originly posted. If you have read this story in the past, please reread through else later chapters wont make sence.)

I do not own the Teen Titans.

Okay guys, give me a break on this one. This was originally a fairy tail story where the Titans we're in the land of dragons and stuff but the plot made no sense. I then saw Pirates of the Caribbean and thought 'why not make it pirate like?' So I did. It actually made the plot more realistic… well sort of. It also made it easier to write so please review and tell me what you think. Also, I'm going with alternate names for all the Titans. Most of them will have there original names or some will have their super names as their nick names depending where they are and what I want to do. So for those of you know don't know, this is how it will be:-

Cyborg will be Victor. Robin will be known as Nightwing or Aka Dick. Starfire will be Kori and going to be know as Lady Kori Fira in this story. Beastboy as Garfield and lastly, Raven as well, Raven.

Most of the others will be as they are or I will mention them later on as they come into the story. When ever you see this... that means that the story will be going to a different point of view. You'll get it once you read it so don't worry. Thanks and enjoy. RR please.

Three figures sat round a small fire on the beach surounded by large rocks. The night was all quiet par the sound of the tide rolling in. Thier was a slight breeze although not cokd and the stars shone brightly above. Two of the older men were passing an old rum bottle between them as they laughed and made fun of the third member, a young lad who was trying to argue with the two men.

"…It's real," he insisted looking at them as they both carried on laughing.

"The Black Ocean?" One repeated as he took a swig from the bottle. "It's but a myth my boy."

"Tis," the second agreed nodding. "But a fairy tail created by sailors to scare the newbie fishermen. Thier aint no huge monster that swallows whole ships."

"It's true, my father saw it," the boy insised. "He said it appears from no where, from the deepest pits of the sea and stalks ships," he said as the men exchanged looks and then burst out with laughter.

"You're a fool Eric," the first drunk laughed as he took another swig.

"The Back Ocean you say?" A voice asked from behind making the three jump slightly.

"Whos thier?" The second drunk called out to a dark figure as he reached into his belt for a small knife.

"I am but a old man. I mean you all no halm," and the figure approached to indeed be a old man dressed in a old cloak with a hood and a cane. "I couldnt help over hearing you talk about the Black Ocean?"

"But a boys foolishness," the first drunk said as the two men relaxed and returned to the fire and thier drink.

"Do you really believe that?" He asked as the man shrugged not looking too intrested. "It exists you know. Although the truth has been twisted and changed so much through out the years but the Black Ocean is fare from fiction."

"What do you know old man?" The second drunk asked sitting down on the sandy floor. "Don't tell me you've seen it too. The scary Back Ocean," he said then made a oohwing nose like a ghost.

"I know the truth to the Black Ocean, and the boy's right, It's real," he said as the man just snorted at him and began prodding the fire with a stick as his friend joined him in sitting on the floor.

"I know the legion," Eric said happily. "When Heaven and Hell meet on earth, the Black Ocean will rise once more to rule the seas," he said pleased as the elderly man gave a small smile.

"As I said, the story has changed," the old man pointed out to the lad. "Legion says that he who releases the Black Ocean can control it, using it's power."

"What ever you old fool," one of the drunks snorted.

"You don't believe? That's okay, it's not dangerous not to believe in somthing. Infact, sometimes the danger is in he who does believe. What would someone do if they truly thought they could hold such power? How fare would someone go to have such power? Someone like... Captain Slade perhaps," the old man shrugged as the two men turned thier sights onto him.

"Cap.. Captain Slade?" Eric said with a gulp.

"The most feared man to ever sail the seas," the first drunk said, now looking more serious. "No other man would dare stand in his way. Even kings armies were too afraid to hunt him down. He was a law onto himself."

"Yeah, he went mad and hell bent on looking for some type of holy grail," the second man added. "He wanted power to rule both sea and land."

"Not a grail, the Black Ocean?" Eric asked in excitement turning to look at the old man.

"Exsactly," the old man said. "He believed the Black Ocean would make him king of the world. He'd be truly unstoppable."

"Come on then old man, tell us the story if your so sure you know it," the second drunk said actually interested in hearing the story of one of the worst pirates known to man.

The old man gave a small chuckle. "So, we are interested in hearing what a old fool has to say after all?" he said as the man shrugged and took a swig of his drink. "Fine, I'll tell you but this story aint for the faint hearted. From where my tail takes off, Slade had already been terrorising the seas for over two decades. Taking ships, slaughting whole crews with no mercy. Most cargo ships were too scared to leave without protection. It's at the coast of Port Tamaran is where it all began. A most beautiful place that is famous for thier over sea trade of silk farming. A Duke lived there with his three daughters. One of the daughters, Kori, had fallen for a local hero. They kept thier love a secret though as hoping not to attract the wrong attention. They would meet up under the cover of night…

…the manor house stood proudly at the top of the hill. A long wall surounded its grounds with guards patroling. A dark figure quickly scaled the wall without a sound and charged over to a small storage building. Two guards started to walk past as the shadowy figure watched and waited for a chance to once again advance. It wasnt long and he was off, darting over a hedge of roses and sprinting to the outer wall of the mannor. He checked the area quickly before starting his assent up a trellis and then leaping over to a nearby balcony just in time for a few more guards to walk round. He kept low till they left before jumping over to a second balcony that had a set of glass doors . He took a look inside to see a tall and most beautiful women sat at her make up stand brushing her long fire red hair in the mirror. He snuck in, looking round the room for anyone who could mess with his plans. He then crept over making sure to stay low and out of sight of the mirror. He then out streched his arms and wrapped them over the women eyes.

"Guess who?" he whispered in her ear as she grew a large smile, stood and turned to face him.

"Nightwing," she said happily before embracing the male. "I thought you would never come."

"Sorry," he apologised hugging her back, glad to finally be with his love. "There was trouble at the mill. Some thugs trying to rob the old couple who live up there."

"And I bet you saved them," she said happily giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

"Of course," he said proudly. "I would do the same for you though, Kori, I love you. I would travel oceans and move mountains to be with you."

"I know and I love you too but we must stay quiet, just for a little while longer," she said sadly. "Once I turn 18 next month, we can finally tell my farther."

"The curse again," he smiled as he gave her another kiss. "Thier is no such thing, your father's just over protective of you. He doesnt want to loose his youngest."

They kissed again, this time more deeper and more passionately. They spent the rest of the night talking and in each overs arms, wanting to never let go of the other. Little did they know of the danger that was approaching and that thier was fare more to Kori's curse than they knew…

…"Wow" Eric interrupted. "What curse?" he asked in excitement.

"All in good time my lad," the old man said as he took out a pipe and began to fill and light it.

"I know where this stories going, Slade is going to kill them," the first drunk said.

"Don't rush the story," the old man warned. "You will get it wrong and confuse everyone if you do that," he said as the drunk man snorted and leaned back.

"So, what happens to them? What danger was coming?" Eric pushed on.

"Well, the two remained together for most of the night. They thought that nothing wrong could happen as long as they had each other. Life was good for them. Sadly though, other people at Port Tamaran were not as lucky in life. A young boy called Garfield for example. His life was awful. His farther was a constant drunk and his mother had died when he was but a boy," he said before taking a puff from his pipe.

"Garfield? What happened to Kori and Nightwing?" the second drunk asked.

"I told you, they were happily in each other arms. There's no reason to go back to them for the moment," he said.

"But I thought we'd get to hear something a little saucy…" the first drunk started.

"I think Eric is a little young for that, dont you?" The old man asked. "Just sit back and listen. As I was saying, his mother died when he was young and his farther was a drunk so Garfield was left to look after the small farm all on his own…

…"Garfield!" a large drunken man yelled from his seat as he swung a half empty bottle of liquor round.

"Dad?" A teen in simple clothes and brown scruffy hair squeaked as he popped his head round the corner. "Yes dad?"

"Come here," he demanded as the boy carefully approached the man. "How dare you slack at a time like this!" he yelled smashing the bottle over the boys shoulder.

"What?!" the boy cried in both shock and pain as he hit the ground from the force. He held his shoulder that was now stinging but lucky not bleeding.

"This!" he grawled showing a piece of paper. "It's the tax on the farm and we don't have enough to pay for it because of your slack behaviour!" he yelled and then kick the teen before standing up and walking to the window.

"Sorry dad, I tried!" he pleaded in panic. "Maybe if I had more help. Maybe we could hire someone or if you could help me out nore," he begged as the man eyed him.

His dad raised his hand ready to strike the boy as Garfield flinched but the hit never came. There was silents for a while as the man eyed the teen and Garfield sat on the floor, trying not to make any sudden movements. He hated his dads drunken rage. He always lashed out at Garfield and always blamed him for everything.

"I want you to go to town and get the money we need," he said after the pause.

"Tonight?" The teen asked as he tried to stand up, using the wall to support himself.

"Yes tonight!" He yelled, eyeing the teen with rage.

"Y…y…yes sir," he said suddenly feeling more frighten as he held his shoulder and walked out of the house.

"And don't come back till you have the money!" Was the last thing Garfield heard as he closed the door and collapsed in a pile on the floor.

He held his face and began to cry silently. Why was his life such a mess. He had done nothing to no one yet he had to suffer like this from his own family. Why...? Why indeed? Why did he stay and put up with this every day? He stood up and looked at the road that led to town. It was a half hour walk. In truth, he hated going town specially at night. He was only 15 and everyone in town was so much larger and stronger than him. It wouldn't take much for the boy to be mugged or harmed. He started walking as arguments took place in his head. He should leave his dad and the farm. But where would he live? Would he be safe? He should get a job. But who would employ a skinny teen with no experience apart from in silk farming. Before he kbew it, he'd reached town. A job was a good place to start so he began asking round at the stales and the men and women who were packing up for the night. He then entered the pub but was rushed out by two large men.

"This is useless," he huffed as he sat on a old barrel near a building. "I'm never going to get a job in town…" he sighed as bells rang out from the ships at the docks. "Maybe a job on land isnt what I need. I can try and start a new life on a ship, become a crew member… yeah! I bet there are loads of ships that need a crew," he said jumping off the barrel. "I'll go to the docks and see if anyone needs a extra hand."

"I'll be careful out there if I was you," a voice said from behind. Garfield turned round to see a tall young African, American male that was well built and holding a steal hammer and in a brown apron. "I hear that there are pirates in those waters."

"Pirates?" Garfield said looking afraid.

"Yeah, ones that come out of nowhere and leave no ship nor man alive," he said as Garfield looked at him scared.

"I… err…" Garfield stuttered.

"Don't worry, I don't think thier anywhere round here though," he laughed as he sat down on a table near Garfield. "So, I over heard that ya looking for a job," he said as Garfield nodded. "Well, I'm quiet busy finishing the last order of weapons for the Dukes guards. If you can take my orders for me, then you've got yourself a job."

"Really!?" Garfield said happily.

"Sure," he smiled. "Names Victor by the way," he said as he brought his hand out for the teen to shake.

"Garfield," he said happily. "This is great! I promise I wont let you down, thank you," he said pleased, shaking Victors hand in excitement.

"That's okay. You can stay here for the night if ya like and make your first delivery in the morning," he said as he led Garfield into the Black Smiths and looked round. Garfield saw a load of hay and quickly jumped on it.

"This is great!" he said snuggling in.

"Yeah, well looks like you'll be sharing with Steve," Victor said laughing as Garfield looked at him.

"Who?" he asked before a donkey popped his head out near Garfield and began to eat the hay. "Ahh!" he yelled in shock as Victor laughed at the look on Garfield's face.

"Well make yourself at home and I'll see you in the morning," Victor said as he headed up a set of stairs...

..."You stopped! Why you stop?" Eric asked as the old man stood up.

"Because it's late my boy. I'm a old man, I need my sleep," he said picking up his cane.

"What? You can't just start a story and not finish it," the second, now almost sober man, said looking annoyed.

"I will finish it, just not tonight," he said then began to walk off. "I'll be back tomorrow night," he said then went before another word could be said.

"This is not fair," Eric wined.

"Well, looks like we'll just have to wait till tomorrow," the first man said looking at where the old man had gone.