(A/N Hey guys, gals and everything in between! It's been a year! Yeah! Wow. Time flies. And I do apologize. Here's another chapter, if you still remember what's happening. 'Cause I don't! Haha!)

The boy was awoken to the sound of footsteps. Loud, burly ones. Obnoxious ones. He slowly adjusted himself to the sun beating down on his skin, the burn of the ropes that circled his arms and torso, and the large pole his back was pressed against in an uncomfortable manner. Groaning, the boy recalled the events that had occured last night. He just wanted some damn breadsticks, and instead- ended up as some prisoner of his captain's enemy. Lovely. The boy laughed sarcastically, eyes still closed- he didn't feel like examining his new surroundings to the exact detail. The unfamiliar place would just increase his uneasiness and he didn't want that.

"Lad's awake." a gruff voice shouted, alerting people on board of his apparent conciousness.

Dipper sulked and opened his eyes. Shouldn't have laughed. As expected, the sun invaded his eyes, and he had to squint them shut immediately. He went through an open, blink, open, blink process until he could see without the feeling of his eyeballs being slowly melted to liquid. He almost gagged at the thought of a simmering bowl of eyeballs. Bill would love that.

The first thing he saw was a short little man, with an unmistakeable baby face and a large poof of white hair.

"Ayy, Cap'n Tad has waited forever for you to wake up." The boy commented, smiling widely at the annoyed looking boy.

"How long have I been out?" He asked, not expecting an answer.

The white haired child tapped his chin, "A couple days." he said, "Captain didn't expect the spell to last so long." he laughed, walking up to examine the boy a bit more.

"So~ You're Bill's newest edition to the crew." he grinned, "You don't look very useful." the boy taunted, the crew behind him laughing.

Dipper grinned, "Neither do you, haircut." he smiled, watching the boy redden as the crew laughed even harder at that.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?" Dipper inquired, watching the boy get even more embarassed.

"Shut it! Tad wouldn't mind if I beat up the cargo a lil' bit before he arrives..." the boy said, reaching towards a blunt weapon that was covered in old, dried blood and cracking at the edges.

Dipper paled, but grit his teeth, "Do your worst, shrimp." he said, bravely.

"Gideon." a voice called, sternly and grumpily from somewhere in the distance.

"Captain!" the boy began frantically, "Prisoner was out of hand... was gonna rough 'im up a bit." he murmured slowly.

The man rubbed his eyes, looking downright fatigued. Guess he wasn't a morning person. Or a noon person. Whatever, time is dead anyways. The boy examined the captain, or Bill's apparent "brother". He didn't know his captain had a family, but he could certainly see the resemblance.

This man was dressed elegantly, a black vest and a white dress shirt. The shirt was wrinkled lightly from sleeping on it, and even from this distance- his eyes were droopy and had bags underneath. He had a mop of purplish, black hair that was swept neatly to the side and seemed to resemble charcoal in the sunlight. He wasn't wearing his signature captain's coat or hat, as it really just looked like he had just woken up.

"Weapons down, Gideon. I've waited too long for you to go knocking him out again." he muttered, eyes narrowing at the weak looking boy.

He gulped, dropping the weapon and backing up slowly, "'m sorry, boss." he murmured.

Tad clicked his tongue and waved a hand, dismissing Gideon from his side.
His eyes fell on the boy, currently hanging from the pole, feet dangling a few inches from the deck. The lad's circulation must have certainly been cut clean by now, his crew was not forgiving when he ordered them to tie him to the mast. With a snap of his fingers, the rope faded and the boy's body once again, collided with the ground. He let out a breath of relief, watching the man crouch down to his level.

"Hi. Have a nice sleep?" Tad asked, innocent grin on his face.

"Mm. Yeah, pretty sure I have first degree burns all over my body, but other than that- just peachy." he smiled innocently.

The captain grinned, "Really got a way with words, hm?" he asked, shaking his head, "Bill really doesn't know how to handle a crew."

Tad stood up, glaring down at the grinning boy, "First," the captain said, snapping his fingers and earning Dipper a date with the floor, his head slamming into the boards, "Respect." he said, Dipper groaning in pain.

"Will you abide?" he asked, earning a "Go fuck yourself." from the teen.

The man sighed, "And second," he said, before kicking the boy in the gut, once, twice, three times, before Dipper was breathing hard for air, "Fear." he whispered, before he dropped a knife in front of his face.

It dropped with a clang, the boy could see his beaten down relection in the polished blade of the knife.

"Who wants to teach him a lesson?" he smiled, foot now resting on the boy's head.

"Ayy, cap'n, ayy!" many called, hooting in the audience.

"Dan! Why don't you do the honors?" he called, watching a large, muscular redhead come from the crowd.

The crowd chanted his name as he walked closer. Tad lifted his foot eagerly, watching the boy immediately scramble for the knife that was left as his only defense against this monster.
The man grabbed his ankle, the boy yelping in surprise, as he panicked, slashing the knife all over the place. The crowd boo'ed and laughed at the boy's momentary spazz.

The first thing he felt was his ankle being crushed by just a tight grip. Who knew his bones were so brittle and weak? The boy was dangling, fighting the pain and gasping for air. He wracked his mind for any way of getting out of the situation and gaining the upperhand. Dan laughed as he released the boy, his body colliding with the ground. There were unpleasant cracks on his way down, and the boy immediately scrambled to stand up. The boy looked around, the crowd was cheering and laughing, Tad had a excited smile on his face. He looked around for something he could use to his advantage, but couldn't.

For some reason, something was telling him to sing. To shout. To use his voice. In the moment, he didn't ignore it. He let out a slow whistle, with a varying tune towards his opponent. The man's muscles seized up, and he struggled to make a move.

"What the?!" the man screamed, watching Dipper stand there, eyes widened with one leg limp.

Dipper was perplexed, did he just paralyze a man with his voice? A whistle?

The crowd went silent as the boy walked forwards, the man frantically trying to make his limbs obey him, but to no avail. The boy didn't know why he did it, plunged the knife into his side, when he had the oppurtunity to spare his opponent, but he did. He twisted the blade, and ran it down till his insides were spilling forth from his stomach. The man watched in horror, still unable to move, to do anything.

The boy was in a trance now, slowly whispering that everything would be alright. That he should sleep now. The man's eyes fluttered closed, as he stared at the skies, whispering a short, "Wendy..." that snapped the boy out of his daze.

Wendy? Dan? Red hair? Same? The boy backed up, he looked at the blade in his hands and the wound at his side. What did he do? Who was this? Which Wendy? That Wendy? The boy backed away, his mind funneling all these thoughts, all these thoughts.

Murder? Me? For no reason. I had the situation under control. So he died?
Why did he still die? Was that Wendy's father? Was he there? Looking for his daughter? What? No. Me? No!

Dipper screamed. The people around him were all paralyzed, they all couldn't move a muscle. The boy panicked, they all looked at him with those eyes. Images flashed in his mind. The ocean, those sirens in the water, those eyes. Those empty, lifeless eyes! What was happening to him? Why was Tad staring at him like that? Like he was a monster? He backed up, he took a deep breath. He just controlled everyone around him. Made them bend to his will. Only a monster could do that. Only a siren could do that. There was a click. He was a siren? A human and a siren? He had a family? That he turned away? The boy laughed. Oh, how foolish he had been.

(A/N Wow! Dipper has finally, finally remembered! It only took one whole year, the murder of a father, and two broken bones! Oh boy! Oh boy! I feel like I brutally injure ol' Dippy every other chapter. My apologies. Anyways. Ciao. If I don't update soon- feel free to pester me with complaints. I'M ALL EARS! Well, goodbye for now!)