Hello fellow readers! I thought I would like to give a special introduction to the authors of this story. First off, I am one of the authors and my name is Caitlin (or Trustnoonegravityfalls on Tumblr or Oncerfallerwhoviansunite). The other important author and a very special friend of mine's name is Camille (or Futuristic Pudding.)

We created this story based off of an AU drawing created by boomsheika on Tumblr and we'd like to give him a very special thanks for creating Captain Bill Cipher and Dipper Pines as a Cabin Boy. Now as we wrote this story, we did this in a Role-play together so Camille wrote the part for Bill and I wrote the part for Dipper.

So if you like this story, don't be afraid to favorite it and follow the story. Reviews are much appreciated for this.

Happy reading!

Dipper Pines was just a regular cabin boy at the age of 12. But he wasn't part of any crew yet. In fact, he never was in any pirate crew. All he knew was that his father was a pirate and he basically just lived off of him. His mother had given him a book that told him the mysteries of the sea. But what confused him is the number 3 with a six fingered hand on the front. But he kept it close at all times because that was the only thing close to his deceased mother. He wandered around the local port at night time wearing a blue striped bandana with a blue tree stitched onto it. He wore his dark blue, thin, vest with a tattered orange shirt and he wore tan pants that stopped at his lower knees. His long red striped socks went up mid-calf and he wore small black shoes. He kept his book close to his side.

Bill Cipher…ahem…Captain Bill Cipher, was sitting in his cabin. He sighed and looked around bored. It's been a while since the last attack and he was beginning to run out of hostages to send overboard. He didn't need them anyway, but he kept them for the days he got bored. He flicked his eye patch back on and exited the cabin.

Dipper heard the chatter of scoundrels and wenches as he passed through them. They kept saying things about mysterious treasure and kept asking why the rum was always gone in this town. Dipper pulled his vest closer to his chest and he entered a bar full of people laughing, dancing, and fighting all around. Music was playing by drunken pirates and they were singing off key. But people seemed to like it.

When the boat finally took dock Bill got off with his crew. He stepped on the strangely sturdy land and put his hands on his hips. He frowned. His crew was getting smaller and he needed new recruits. He blew his mop of blond hair out of his face and walked into a bar. He could feel eyes boring into his back as he walked to a table and sat down, kicking his legs up on top of it.

Dipper climbed up to a stool at the bar setting his book on the counter. He sat down looking at the bartender. "What would you like kid?" The bartender asked cleaning out a cup with a dirty rag. "Give me something strong." Dipper replied tracing his book lightly with his finger. The bartender grunted and got out a shot glass. He uncorked a bottle pouring the contents of apple juice into the glass pushing it to Dipper. Dipper took it and took a long swig from the glass.

"Well look at what the cat dragged in." a husky deep voice said behind Bill.

He closed his eye in annoyance and sighed. "What do you want Clarence?" he answered back in his slightly higher pitched voice.

A strong hand rested on Bills relaxed shoulder "What makes you think you can come back here after the mess you caused last time-"

Suddenly and in quick movements, Bill kicked the table in front of him and stood up on his chair, one foot on the back. His swords tip was pressed up against the burly man's neck. "Get your filthy paws off me," Bills voice rang out in the quiet room.

"Is that a threat?" the man snarled back.

Dipper flinched when he heard a table fall over and he looked over at two men. One with the eye patch and blonde hair had a sword at the other guy's throat. Dipper was slightly intrigued by this and couldn't look away, though his conscience told him to look away. He ran a hand through his brown bangs and watched to see what was going to happen.

Bill's thinner body gave him the appearance of a weaker opponent, but his face had the confidence of a polar bear whose dominance was being threatened. "Do you want to find out?" he asked, slightly twisting the swords blade.

The man gave him one last menacing glare before backing off. "You'll regret ever crossing me you one eyed freak" he said.

Bill sheathed his sword and smirked. "You bet it isn't."

When the man left the bar in a raging hurry (and red in the face) Bill sat back down, not bothering to look at anyone, before sipping his beer nonchalantly.

Soon the silence went away and people started to talk again. Dipper however was still staring at the one eyed pirate with curiosity. He took his shot glass drinking down the rest of his juice and decided to go to him. He took his book in his hand and got off his stool. Dipper picked up a chair from the floor and sat across from Bill setting his book down on his lap.

Bill looked at the boy who sat down in front of him curiously. He put his feet back up on the table and grinned. "Hey kid, what brings someone like you to a nasty place like this?" he teased.

Dipper scowled at the word kid but his face relaxed "This is where the good drinks are." He replied using an excuse.

"Ah!" Bill said with a mischievous grin. "If you think this place is good, you haven't been to Arrens." he took another swig.

"Then how come you didn't go there for a drink?" Dipper asked gripping on his book.

"It's on a different island kiddo. Now tell me," Bill said, dropping his long legs back down and leaning forward curiously, and resting his elbows on the table. "What's with that book of yours?"

Dipper hugged it protectively to his chest "It's special to me." He simply replies looking him straight in the eye.

Bill's eye glinted. Was it valuable? He smiled at him his sweetest smile, before leaning back again and resting his hands behind his head. "You're an interesting one, pine tree" he said nick naming him after seeing the tree stitching on his head.

Dipper crossed his eyes to see his bandanna and he flushed a bright red covering it with his hand. "It's Dipper." He muttered.

"Tomato-tomahto," Bill said as he reached over and plucked two beers of a passing tray. He set them down and slid one over to Dipper before taking a gulp of his. "So, who's crew are you with?" he asked in his shrill voice.

Dipper looked at the beer and grabbed the handle pulling it closer to him. He took a swig out of it and was close to spitting it out. But he swallowed it down with a grimace "I'm not with any crew," He breathed out setting the beer down on the table. "I'm looking though."

"Aw! So you're a freebee!" Bill exclaimed.

"I guess so," Dipper replies with a shrug. "Are you a captain?" He asked

"Yep! What, do you wanna join my crew?" he asked, his voice seemed to be challenging Dipper, as if saying Do you dare even ask?

Dipper noticed the challenge in his voice and decided to take it. "I never said that in the first place." Dipper countered "I was just...intrigued by you." Dipper lifted the corner of his mouth like a small smirk.

Bill raised his eyebrows as if to say good answer. He thought for a moment then took another swig of his beer. "So, if I were to let you on my ship, what would be a good reason to?"

Dipper thought for a minute then looked back up at him "Although I'm small, I can get through the tightest spaces and climb fast. That's a good reason if I did join your ship."

Bill threw his head back and laughed. "Alright pine tree, you sold me," he looked back down at him and leaned forward with an arm on the back of his chair and a hand out for a shake. "You're in."

Dipper smiled with victory and took Bills hand shaking it. "Looking forward to it Captain." Dipper says.

Bill took his mug and quickly gulped down the rest before slamming it down. He stood up and flipped a coin onto the table before sticking his hands in his pockets. "Well come on, I ain't got all day, pine tree." he said as he began to walk out the door.

Dipper nods not bothering to drink down his beer. He held his book to his side and jumped off the chair following right behind his new captain.

Bill walked along the dock and peered down at the boy out of the corner of his eye, the book was still clutched in his hands. He was extremely curious about what was inside it, but the kid didn't seem to be easy to let it go. He smiled to himself as they reached the ship. It would be a challenge to find out all about Dipper, and he enjoyed games.

Dipper followed Bill looking around his ship with silent awe. But what he noticed the shortage of members in his crew. Dipper shoved his hand into his pocket deciding not to question it.

"Welcome to the Golden Eye!" he said throwing his arms out with a proud grin. "That's what I decided to name my ship! Pretty cool name huh?" He said elbowing Dipper for approval.

Dipper smiled a bit looking at the sails "It's a brilliant name for your ship. Better that I would've thought of." Dipper complimented his ship looking up at him.

"Thank you!" he grinned and took a cheesy, deep bow. "GET READY TO SET SAIL MEN!" he yelled when he stood up straight. "Common." he said grabbing Dippers wrist and dragging him onto the ship.

Dipper felt a sudden tug at his arm and he let out a "whoa!" He got on the deck and watched the crew get release the sails and tie them to the mast.

Bill ran to the front of the boat and inhaled deeply. "Breathe in that sea air fellas! That's freedom," he said excitedly. "Adventure," he added as he exhaled. "And nothing to hold you back!"

Dipper climbed onto the side of the ship holding onto the rope with his free hand. He inhaled deeply smelling the sea water and exhaled loving the freedom. "It feels amazing." He says happily.

Bill grinned at the new recruit.

Dipper looked at his Captain smiling a little "What would you like me to do captain?"

The captain grinned back. Bill reached over into the corner and tossed a mop at him. "Well for starters, you could take on the valiant job of swabbing the decks!" he said, and was followed by the crew's laughter.

Dipper caught the mop in his hand and wrapped his arm around the rope. He frowned slightly "Yippee." He muttered and jumped down. He stuffed his book into his vest and began mopping.

Bill put his hands on his hips and smiled before whirling around and walking away. "I'll be in my cabin boys!" he yelled. "You all know what to do, so don't expect me to babysit you!" then Bill slammed the door to his cabin.

Dipper clutched his mop when Bill slammed his cabin door. He looked up at the stars "I did it mom...I did it." He whispered. Dipper had promised his mother that he would join a crew before he turned 13. And he did it. For her.

When the door slammed, Bill dropped his grin. His face became sullen and etched with wisdom. He strutted over to his desk and sat down, stretching his legs out in front of him with a content sigh. Bill would never admit it, but He always grew extremely agitated whenever he was on land. The sea was the perfect place for him, ever since he was a child he knew he would never fit in with the land dwellers. He yawned and closed his eyes.

Dipper continued to mop the decks having sweat go onto his brow. He wiped it off with the back of his hand.

Time passed and the rocking of the boat had lulled Bill to sleep. Unfortunately he was a restless sleeper, and fell off his chair. He snorted and stood up quickly. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, popping his back. He patted his cheeks a few times to wake up, and then strutted out of the cabin.

Dipper set the mop down after he was finished swabbing the deck. He ached in his legs a little but otherwise alright. He looked up at the mast having a smirk go on his face. He ran to the ropes and climbed up the rope ladder quickly. He walked on the bottom mast balancing himself with his arms. He sits down and then hangs down by his legs.

Bill looked up at the setting sun and noticed a figure sitting on the mast. He shook his head with a smile and skillfully climbed up the ladder too. "Hey you stole my spot." he called out as he began to walk over to him across the mast with ease.

Dipper looked at the captain with a grin as he hung upside down "Well it's a good spot I must say."

Bill plopped down and sat with his legs on either side. He grinned back at the boy. "Agreed!"

Dipper chuckled and looked at Bill. "Viewing the stars like this is better than right side up."

Bill laughed then looked at Dipper curiously. "Seriously?"

Dipper snickered "I'm not joking. Try it out yourself, Captain."

Bill shifted himself before he swung over the edge upside down. He let his arms hang down as he hung next to Dipper. He looked at the stars, looking for the difference. "Wow…it looks exactly the same." he said in an awed tone.

Dipper laughed holding onto his stomach "My mother always told me to look at things differently. Find what's special about it. It taught me to treat people like they are special."

Bill lifted his eyebrows a little. "huh." he replied. He's never heard that before.

Dipper nodded "But I feel like the stars are different like this. Like they actually twinkle a lot better."

Bill squinted at the stars. He rubbed his eyes and then stared at them again. Then he saw it, they /did/ look different. He stopped squinting.

Dipper looked over at Bill "Do you see it?" He asked curiously.

"…I do" Bill said quietly.

Dipper smiled a little and looked back at the stars. He felt his head pounding from the amount of blood flow going into his head.

Bill stared for a little while longer before pulling himself back up. "Welp! I would do this longer buuuut my fingers are going numb."

Dipper nodded and lifted himself up "Yeah my head is pounding like crazy." Dipper rubbed his temple with his fingers feeling dizzy.

"Whoa there kid, don't fall off." he said standing up, feeling rather dizzy himself.

"You're telling me," Dipper says noticing him get dizzy as well. "Let's just climb down slowly." Dipper suggested.

"Psh, I can manage myself. I'm the captain of the golden eye!" he said loudly with a thumb pointing at his own chest.

'You'll be captain of nothing if you fall down from the mast.' Dipper wanted to say but bit his tongue. "Right. Apologies Captain."

Bill grinned and walked back unsteadily to the rope ladder. "Come on pine tree!"

Dipper took his time to get to the rope ladder "Aye aye Cap'n." Dipper says climbing down the rope ladder.

When Bill got to the bottom he jumped down and waited until Dipper got down. "You know where you're sleeping? Ah never mind you'll it soon enough. Night kid!" he said and waved at Dipper over his shoulder as he walked away

Dipper waved back "Night Cap." He says watching Bill go. He looked at the stairs that led below decks. He took a deep breath and went down the stairs into the cabins.

Bill flopped down onto his bed. He folded his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling

Dipper entered a random cabin that was the second door to his right out of the four. He looked around the room to find one single bed and one bunk bed on the right. Dipper decided to make this his room.

Bill kept staring at the ceiling, the creaking and rocking of the boat slowly lulling him to sleep.

Dipper took out his book and plopped onto the bed. He opened up to a blank page and took out a pencil from his pocket. He wrote in the empty space of his day about getting recruited to the notorious Captain Bill of the Golden Eye. He did like it here for his first night and he put down it's a pirate's life for him now. He closed his book tucking it under his pillow. He rests his head on the pillow and let the sea lull him to sleep.