Slowly, the sun arose over the horizon, the darkness clearing from the sky. The stars seemed to disappear as the light invaded. White fluff cotton became visible, while the dark blue retreated to the other side of the sky. Purple, pink, Orange, Yellow, and then finally Blue, welcomed the land, as small creatures began to wake. The forest quickly came to life, wild flowers began to open, rare birds hunted for their food, morning dew trickled down the leaves of trees that reached to the sky. Waves crashed on beaches, rocks, and cliffs, surrounding and ting too, there was shaping a small island.
On the opposite side of the sun's rising, the side of the island, where the darkness was retreating too, there was a ship. It was an old ship. One made out of fine wood and steel. Gold coating the rims of the boat, glittering as it felt dew placed upon it. White sails held up in the sky with colorful patches to seal up the damages in them, the wind forcing it to extend outward, the ship tagging along. On the top of the main topgallant sail, was a smaller flag with a triangle and an eye in the middle. The triangle was yellow, everything around it, black. There was bricks on the triangle below the eye in a golden orange. It was a symbol meaning the Eye of God. It hung, however, as a pirate flag.
A high pitched laugh echoed throughout the open sea, as the owner of the voice danced around on the ship, a sword in hand, as he skillfully fought against a young girl. "See you've been training, Shooting Star!" the man called to his opponent with a grin.
"Give my brother back and I might just spare you, Captain!" The young girl, who was no older than 14, called back. She swung from below with a dagger at the man, who deflected it. The man, or the Captain, gave a cackle for a response.
The two danced, clashing sounds of metal echoed throughout the ship, the crew staying at bay as they watched the two, not daring to interfere in fret of losing an arm.
"Maybe when he's younger!" the Captain said after a kick to the side of the young girl, Shooting Star, as the Captain called her.
The girl fell to her side, wincing in pain as propped herself up from her elbow. "What's that supposed to mean?" Gritting teeth muffled half her words.
"I'm a man of many riddles, as you should know by now." He cooed and put the tip of his blade to her neck.
"Only when you want to hurt my head, you are." Shooting Star couldn't help but give a smirk at her snarky comeback. Truthfully, she sucked at him. But nevertheless, it worked. She swung her feet to the side, tripping the Captain onto his back, who landed with a grunt. The girl jumped up and ran into the Captain's quarters, finding it easy since she had done this so many times. However, the Captain was a tricky man. And he liked games. He never hid things in the same place twice.
Shooting Star scanned her surroundings. This Pirate Captain's quarters wasn't as big and grand as most would have hopped to believe. It was small, but decorated comfortably. A table with four chairs that had looked to be made with fine oak wood and covered with red velvet coverings, was placed in the center of the room. The bed was off to the side. Dark red drapings overed over it as it was lined with golden ropes. The bed was only big enough to fit no more than two people. The coverings of the pillows were black, while the blanket was red. Still, as the Captain's trade mark, there were gold rims following the blankets. The wood that held it all up and together was most definitely redwood, obvious to it's reddish brown color. A large rug lay comfortably in the middle of everything, in the shape of a triangle made out of golden bricks while red outlined it. To the left was two large bookcases, and one glass case containing alcohol and cups. The large window outlooking the sea was also lined with gold, a seating near it in red velvet for one to enjoy the outlooks on life.
To Shooting Star, it all looked the same. Except the new fine Tea cups that was placed on the fine table, where Hot Tea was recently served. But she dismissed that and began rummaging through the room. She looked under the bed, in the bed, on the table, under the chairs, bookcases, glass shelf, empty rum bottles, near the window, under blankets and pillows. She searched until she was out of ideas.
"Dip Dop?!" She called out to the room. It took a moment before she heard a little bell. She ran towards the sound until she couldn't remember where it had come from. "Dipper!" She called again. This time the tiny bell came louder. She now knew where it was coming from. Duh. The closet. Why didn't she check there before? Shooting Star opened the Captain's closet to find many clothes. It wasn't that impressive. A girl could have way more. But nevertheless, it was impressive for a man at sea. Some clothes looked cheap, while others looked relatively expensive. The bell again. She looked up. A small empty lantern hung from the ceiling, a small light illuminating from it. "There you are!" she exclaimed with a smile. Her feet started to drift off the ground as she reached for the lantern. Once ahold of it, she could see a tiny person with glowing wings. His hair looked like it was in long need of a clean cut. The boy looked fairly young, just the same age as Shooting Star. Shooting star ran out of the closet and to the window as soon as her feet touched the ground again. Before doing so, she opened the lantern to let Dipper out before placing it on the table, next to the tea.
As if on cue, the captain opened the door to find Shooting Star making her escape through the window. The captain looked a bit out of breath with a red nose, to which Shooting Star let out a snort.
"Better luck next time, Captain Cipher~!" She grinned before jumping out the window. Cipher didn't seem to have the energy to try and stop her. Instead he just walked to the window to watch the girl and her fairy brother fly off to the island's shore.
"Next time won't be so easy, Shooting Star!" He called back as he watched them go. "Cya, Pine Tree!"
When he was sure he couldn't see the tiny fairy anymore, he slumped into the cushions at the window and sighed. "I'm getting too old for this.." he rubbed his nose, which to no surprise, felt sore. He had tripped on rope on his way here and fell flat on his face. He spent a few minutes trying to stop his nose from bleeding, before finally making it to his room. Pain was hilarious to him, but it was also annoying sometimes. Falling flat on your face and breaking your nose is always a joyride.
"Bro bro." Shooting Star, or Mabel, as most call her, looked sternly at her brother, her arms crossed. "You know I gotta ask… Why the fudge nuggets are you getting caught by Bill so often? Its like you go to him, knowing you'll get caught!" She failed her arms out before slapping her legs. "Why do you do this to me, Dip Dop?!"
Dipper, who was now the same size as his twin sister, yes, they are twins, rubbed his slight sore neck, moreover to hide all the red marks. "You know how I am with mysteries. Bill is one of them."
"He's a dangerous one, and you shouldn't be trying to solve him!" Mabel exclaimed, which made Dipper blush slightly at how badly that sounded before mabel corrected herself. "...You know what I mean! And that's gross, bro. Where only 14."
"Technically, we're 82." Dipper corrected. Sure, they looked 14, but they had been in neverland for 70 years, being born in California in 1933, they came to neverland when they were 12. They weren't supposed to age, due to being half fairy, but instead, they seemed to age just at a much slower pace than most things.
Mabel rolled her eyes, "Ugh. That again?! Seriously? I lost track after 14, and I could honestly care less about how 'Old' we really are." Mabel never wanted to grow up, and Dipper knew that. Dipper, however, did. Mabel got her wish, for time to slow down. Dipper gave up his own wish for his sister's. She wanted to stay in Neverland. Dipper didn't, but he didn't want to leave her alone in an alien place. So, he stuck by her side. "I mean, come on, man. Even Bill isn't aging." and she seemed right. But, he was aging too. Somehow, it seemed to take him longer to age than it did for them. Heaven knows how old Bill Cipher is.
"I know, I know" Dipper waved her off. "So what do you have planned today?"
Mabel tapped her chin. "Ummm… hmm…" Dipper took this time to relax and lean back on the tree he was sitting on, and eventually, he let his eyes slip closed with a soft sigh.
The sun was already drifting in the sky. All the darkness had retreated to the shadows, avoiding the sun's stare, though, the plant and animal life seemed to enjoy it's warmth. The coldness of the night still seemed to linger in the air, making what would usually be a bad burn from the sun, nothing more than gentle kisses of warmth on the twin's skin. Yes. Mabel and Dipper were indeed twins, Mabel only being older by 5 minutes, and they were both half fairy. Though they had so many similarities, they had their differences too. Not only in personality, but in their looks too. While Mabel was female, she didn't inherit the gift of wings or the gift to shrink herself or glow like a normal fairy would. Instead, Dipper got that. However, she was able to fly nevertheless. She also did have a bubbly friendly personality, while Dipper was more conservative with a bit of a snotty attitude at times. What can he say? A boy's gotta have his pride if not manliness. That's also what made them different. Dipper wanted to grow up. Mabel did not. Mabel enjoyed her youth a little too much, and Dipper was sick of all the negative things he was given, unlike Mabel, who was shown most of the better side of youth, Dipper was not subjected to such. Instead, he was always pushed to become the man of the house. And after being subjected to what was going on around him, at that time, he wanted to grow up and join the military so he could defend his country too. Though there wasn't a second Great War, yet, there had been much talk of there being one. But, as fate would have seemed, fate had another plan for him. To aid his sister in never growing up.
After what seemed to be only 5 minutes, but in reality was actually 15, Mabel spoke with a leap in her voice, making Dipper jump after the sudden quietness, "Oh! Oh! I know!" She smiled.
Dipper yawned and rubbed his eyes, not getting much sleep last night, or the night before. "Have an idea?"
"We haven't been to America in a while! Why don't we go visit and see if anyone wants to come back with us!" She jumped up with ease, making the tree branch she was on shake.
Dipper flexed his wings. "Not since 1978… If I remember right. And Mabes, you gotta remember that time runs differently here."
Mabel waved her brother off. "You're the nerd. What time is it there then?"
"...2015.. I think.. Some time in the Summer." Dipper stretched.
"Wow. Time sure flies when you're having fun." Mabel gave a grin. Dipper only rolled his eyes with a slight chuckle in response. "Think it's about time we payed a visit. Seeing the same faces can get a bit boring."
"I was wondering when you'd say that."
"Yeah. Well. Get ready. Were going to leave soon." Mabel decided.
The male twin sat up, about to jump off the tree before a thought struck him. 2015… He gnawed on his lip. 1978… It's been around 37 years. Surely many things have changed since then. And from the last visit, he could tell the technology industry was growing fast. A little too fast.
Mabel saw her brother pause and watched his face become concentrated. She knew he was thinking.
"What is it now?" She sighed. Dipper always was thinking. Sometimes, a little too much.
"It's been around 37 years since we have last visited." He continued to gnaw on the lip's skin. Mabel was not going to like what he was going to say next. "Should we bring someone? You know.. who has been there recently..?"
"You aren't suggesting…" Mabel burrowed her eyebrows and frowned.
"Mabel, he was there last week. That like a year in the other world! He'd know more about it. We don't know how much has changed since then. He'd know. He'd be prepared."
"Yeah.. Well.. He'd also get us in trouble." Dipper's twin tried to argue.
"Our chances of getting in trouble are higher with out him."
"He'd purposely get us in trouble!"
"I highly doubt that. He enjoys toying with us."
"Why do you want him to come so bad?!"
"Because I'd like to NOT go to prison! Plus, we would have no idea where we're going, where to look, and what to avoid! He would!"
Mabel grit her teeth. Dipper was right, like usual, it was smarter to bring someone with experience than wondering about blind. Still, she hated the thought of bringing Bill. "Fine" She growled. "We'll bring him. But were leaving at a quarter to sun high. If he's not there, were leaving, with or without him." Dipper gave a small smile before his wings stretched into the air, and with a slight sound of a bell and a shot of light, he was gone, leaving behind a trail of blue fairy dust leading towards the beach.