Dipper's breath hitched as he watched Bill pull the knife out and rest it against his throat. The siren knew that there was no way to get out of this one unscathed.
"Your name. Now. Or I must just take this blade here, and drag it across your little fishy throat…" Bill dragged the knife against throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to send a message.
"D-Dip-pe-r-r," Dipper managed to stutter, his voice cracking slightly in the fear of dying. Bill smiled and removed the knife, as Dipper's hands moved up to his throat to make sure that it was okay.
The young siren managed to take a couple of breaths before the pirate was at him again. "So, why are you all alone, I thought that Sirens travelled together? How old are you? What do you mainly eat?"
The pirate continued to smile at him, as Dipper's brain tried to keep up with all the questions that the pirate was saying, not that it mattered anyway. He wasn't about to tell him all of his secrets.
Dipper gritted his teeth in anger, not wanting to answer the pirates seemingly never ending questions. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the noise, hoping that maybe, if he showed no interest or pretended to dead or something, that the pirate would mind his own business and leave him alone.
Unfortunately, said pirate had no intention of leaving him alone. Dipper sunk back into the water, trying to ignore the pirates questions. Of course, the water having had no oxygen in it forced him to have to go back to the surface of the water and breath in actual air, which also forced him to have to listen to the pirates annoying questions.
"This water sucks, and I'm hungry," Dipper told him, earning a glare from Bill, who seemed rather perplexed to hear the siren interrupting him and not even answering one of his questions.
"Well, get used to it then. We don't have any extra food and the boys, and girl aren't gonna pull up another tub of water no matter how loud and hard I yell at them, got it? Good," Bill said, smirking a Dipper who stared at him, knowing that the pirate was lying.
"Really, because I'm sure that you just stopped by a large island, threaten a whole bunch of innocent people, took their food, water….and rum? Oh, and then you just ran off before the navy caught you, so know you've got 132 bounties on your head? Plus I'm sure that your crew would be fine doing the work if I sang to them-" "no." Bill said, looking at Dipper with a bored look in his eyes.
"Okay, so most of that was true, I think…Wait how did you know all that!?" Bill shouted at Dipper, who knew that it was his turn to smirk.
"Well, I haven't been spying or anything but…..I'm not gonna tell anyone, especially not you," Dipper told Bill, smirking. Bill backed off, still staring at Dipper as he exited the room, leaving Dipper all alone again.
Dipper sighed, once again acknowledging the fact that he was definitely not getting out of this one unscathed. The teenage siren sighed.
What is the point really? There is no one out there for you, and there will never be ever again. And that is all your fault…. Maybe it is just better to see what they want, after all, it's not like you have anything anymore, a little voice in Dipper's head said. He supposed it was right, he had nothing, no possessions, no family….nothing.
Honestly, if Bill sold him, then there would be no point in fighting them, they were stronger then him, especially if they somehow got rid of his voice.
Bill was having a very good day. Robbie Valentino, his navigator, and occasionally the person who would take over the wheel when Bill wasn't, had informed him, that with good weather and no navy run ins, that they could be at a island that would pay at lot for the siren in, at the most, two days.
That meant extra profit. And a very happy captain for his crew, who often didn't get paid very well. They were going to get so much money for capturing a real life siren, they may never have to work another day in their entire lives. Some people would kill to be able to extract their revenge on a real life siren, I mean, everyone has had at least one, if not more, relative lured to their death by a siren.
To be able to see and live meeting a real one, in captivity, where you can just get someone to hurt it for you to extract revenge, even if that particular siren did absolutely nothing to you, it has probably taken someone else from someone else's life, and you can help them to get revenge when they cannot themselves.
Bill felt slightly giddy at the thought of being able to have some much money and give people what they wanted for the first time in his life. He was doing something good for his own kind. Not some much for Dipper, but for his own kind. Sort of.
The poor siren would just have deal with the karma that came with luring sailors and other pirates to their deaths, and to be eaten by the hungry siren. The siren was killer, and he had to pay for that, so did his entire kind.
As far as Bill knew, Dipper did still have a family that still cared about him. They would worry about him, and once they heard the news that the Siren had been sold to a circus or something, they would all have to pay for what they did to everyone.
"Ah, sir, are you okay? You kinda snapped out for a second there…." Bill was snapped out of his thoughts by his navigator, Robbie. He stared at him with a glare for a second, before a creepy smile made its way onto his face.
"What so you want? I'm kind of busy, if you haven't noticed," the Pirate captain growled at the twenty-something year-old man, who quivered in fear under his captains glare.
"Ah, I just thought that you should know that Gideon asked me to tell you that Jeff was told by Giffany to ask you if we needed to feed that….thing? I mean, if you're busy right now I can come back later or something," Robbie told him, voice cracking slightly.
Bill closed his eyes thoughtfully. He smiled once again and Robbie couldn't help but feel sorry for the young siren, who was probably going to get hurt quite badly later on for some food or something….
Bill nodded carefully at Robbie, who turned to go. "Yes, give me whatever Giffany prepares for him, I can use it to help with something that I need to get out of him," Robbie nodded at scuttled away quickly, to tell their cook what Bill had said.
Bill, himself, walked down to the kitchen slowly, still in thought about how he could use this situation. The siren, of course needed to eat to stay alive, and by the looks of Dipper, he hadn't eaten in days, if not weeks. Dipper, by the looks of him would do a lot to get some food. Plus, given the fact that sirens lived in very large pods-and, from what he had read, the bigger ones got to eat first, while the smaller ones got the scraps, if that-so it was unlikely that the siren would be able to carry on for much longer.
Pushing the door to the kitchen open, Bill stepped inside to the smell of something wonderful that Giffany appeared to be making. By the looks of things, it was some kind of fish dinner, which was never missed. Given that they literally lived at sea, it wasn't uncommon for the crew of the Nightmare to eat fish 24/7.
"Oh, hey capin' what ya doin' in 'ere?" Giffany asked, her almost robotic voice cutting through the silence like a knife.
Bill smirked at her as she grabbed a large kitchen knife and began chopping up a bunch of…carrots without even looking at the food before throwing them into the larger pot of water that was boiling over a large fire that Giffany seemed to have made herself.
"Oh, just seeing how you're doin,' what kinda fish are we 'aving tonight? Please say not salmon," Giffany's laugh cut through the kitchen like it was the large kitchen knife that she still held in her hand. Most of the crew knew that Bill didn't like salmon, particularly after the entire crew was forced to eat Salmon for three months on end…
"Of course not, I can't really stand the stuff me self. Not particularly nice raw either…" It was now Bill's turn to laugh as he remembered the time that Giffany attempted to kill Gideon by serving him raw fish, unfortunately for her, Gideon caught on pretty quickly and switched their plates.
"Well, if you could 'lease stop laughing at moi, you can go give that thing it's food. Seriously though, I still don't think that it is a good idea to keep a live siren on board this boat without even muting it's voice…." Giffany told him, handing him a plate of something the smelled quite delicious.
"But, if you could, I would like know what it thinks of my cooking," Bill nodded at the pink-haired woman before smiling to himself and heading to his own cabin aboard the deck. He found the siren just moaning to himself, but snapped up and turned away from him as soon as the pirate captain turned started to walk towards him.
However, Dipper seemed to smell the delicious fish and turned to face him, his eye's never leaving the plate of food.
Bill give him a sadistic smile and moved to sit down on the chair beside his own desk.
"Your books are very wrong, just so you know. We all get equal shares of food, and we get plenty of it. There is also a lot of pods, in case you are wondering. Some just eat fish instead of humans," Dipper said, his eyes meeting Bill's, who nodded thoughtfully.
"Well, it seems that your little pod thing doesn't catch much then, giving the looks of you," Bill smirked once again, putting the food behind him, to the disappointment of the siren, who rolled his eyes, and started laughing.
When he finally managed to stop, started to talk to him. "Oh, jeez, you really think that I live with a pod? I got run out ages ago, for God's sake, I haven't seen my own family in years, I'm all on my own, far away from the place that my family probably still calls home."
Bill's eyes widened in shock, pity and something else that he couldn't put his finger on. No wonder the siren was so small. He was all on his own.
"There are no other Sirens in the area, that is why you are lucky to be still alive. Whatever magic stuff that you used to be immune to my own song wouldn't have worked if my old pod was still here. You and your entire crew would be dead right now, eaten by me and the rest of the sirens that were in my old pod,"
Bill took a deep breath in, before a million questions started to stir in his brain, making it hard to think anything else. Then he smiled at the siren.
"Well, how about I make you a little deal. You tell me why you got run out, and I will give you this food stuff that our very own cook prepared just for you."
Dipper narrowed his eyes at Bill, slightly annoyed. he most certainly did not want to tell the pirate why he was no longer part of a pod, but…..that food stuff did look really good, and he had not eaten in a very long time, so maybe, just maybe it would be worth it…
"Okay, fine."
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