Bill smirked, happy.

"But…. I'm really hungry and it is a very long story so…if you want me to tell it to you, I need food. Like, ASAP." Dipper told the pirate, who sighed and reached behind him, grabbing the plate of food that was still warm.

He watched as the siren practically scoffed it down, being so hungry that he forgot whatever table manners that he had.

Bill cocked his head slightly to the side as Dipper help out the plate to give it back to him.

"I hope you actually tasted that, Giffany wanted to know if you liked it or not. I don't think she has ever cooked for a real life siren before. Gnomes and maybe a vampire or two, but never a Siren."

Dipper nodded, his eyes that seemed almost devoid of life just a minute ago, now shining as if they were one of the brightest stars. The siren definitely did look much happier with food in his stomach.

"So, spill"

"Okay, okay. Well, like I said before, it is a really long story, but I'll try. When I was born, I had a twin sister, Mabel. She and I were perfectly normal, except for one thing; I had a really odd birthmark," Dipper began, and lifted his hair up slightly to show his birthmark.

Bill's eyes lit up immediately, most likely realizing what it was. The birthmark looked exactly like the Big Dipper constellation that often lit up the night sky.

"It is really odd to be born with a birthmark, and since I had one, people often didn't want to be friends with me. Thankfully, though I had my sister, who would love me no matter what. When we were about four or five months old, however, our parents abandoned us to out great uncles, or 'Grunkles.' Our Grunkle stan often took us up to the surface, because he was a conman who took people to the surface to laugh at stupid humans, and occasional to hunt them. Our Grunkle Ford, he is Stans twin brother, however taught us to sing and use some kind of defensive magic, like mind reading."

Bill nodded, looking at Dipper with wide eyes, clear understanding him a little bit better now.

"One day, when my sister and I were at our home by ourselves, about three or four years ago, I tried to do a spell that I probably should not have. It was way to advanced for me, and ended up destroying over half the town. It was so powerful because of my birthmark, and then our Siren council-yes, we have one of those-decided that I was too dangerous to be around other Sirens. I kinda tried to stay and not go, but they eventually caught up with me and ran me out. Plus, they put this mark on me so that I couldn't enter any pod at all,"

Dipper pointed to the strange mark on his left arm. To a human, it looked a lot like some kind of tree, but to Dipper, it was the thing preventing him from ever re-joining society.

"So then, Pine tree," Bill began, only to interrupted by Dipper. "Pinetree? Seriously? What even is that?" Bill smirked and laughed at Dipper, who probably didn't even know what a Pinetree was, having lived in the ocean his entire life.

"It is a certain kind of tree that grows on the land. Probably why you don't know what a Pinetree is. But, if you are luck, where you are going may just have some," Bill told Dipper, who's face was drained of some of its color and his eyes looked less shinier than they did moments before.

"What do you mean 'where I am going?" Dipper asked the older pirate, who smirked at him and looked on the verge of having a laughter attack.

"Well, in case you haven't figured it out, you're a siren, and nowadays, sirens fetch a lot a money on the black market, or at that, any market at all. Everyone has had one or two or their relatives stolen away from them by a siren. They would do almost anything to get their revenge on a poor, helpless, voiceless siren~" Dipper's eyes grew wider and his hands flew up to where Bill was sure that his vocal cords were.

Getting up from his seat, the pirate captain grabbed the dish and walked out of the room, once again leaving Dipper to his thoughts.

Dipper didn't want to be sold, but then again, he didn't think anybody did. Eating humans was part of his way of life, his main food and he couldn't change that just because of some people who wanted them to stopped. Like humans ate cows and sheep and whatever else they called their stupid animals. They didn't want to be eaten, but then again, neither did humans.

The siren sunk back down into the water, just wishing to disappear and be able to escape this horrid game called life.

However, he knew that that was not going to happen and he should just accept it. Like when he was first got run out, he tried to fight to get back in, but once he accepted it, things got better and better and Dipper eventually learned to stay by himself and things got a little better (though, if anybody had seen him, they would have that they he was crazy, and talking to the clam shells that he may or may not have painted faces on didn't help)

So maybe it was time to move on. After all, it didn't look like he was getting out of this one alive. Maybe, just maybe it was time to move on, accept things, and perhaps pay for what his own kind had done on the past. After all, Sirens didn't live forever and things like being whipped 24/7 would just bring the ropes end closer to him.

Bill Cipher smiled as he headed back to the kitchen to give Giffany back her platter dish thing.

"So, how did it find my cooking?" Bill smiled. Of course that was the first thing that Giffany had to ask him when he walked into the kitchen

"Good, at least that's what he said. By the by, do you happen to have some sort of meat cleaver?"

Giffany nodded, and pulled open the draw to where she seemingly kept the knives. She pulled at large cleaver that was a big as a little-bit-bigger-than-normal cutlass. The cook handed it to him, seemingly knowing why he wanted it.

"Just, before ya use it, make sure ya have all the information that ya want outta 'im. Wouldn't want ta cut 'em out and den 'ave information that ya still needa get outta 'im," Bill nodded. He had all the information that he needed.

Walking out onto the deck, the pirate captain walk up to where Robbie stood at the wheel, calmly steering the boat. His blue eyes stared out at sea, watching for the tiny dot of an island that loomed on the horizon.

"How long?" Robbie stared up at him, "It should be only about five or six hours, so plenty of time to do whatever you need with that," Robbie pointed to the Cleaver in Bill's hand.

"HEY BOYS! I NEED YOU ALL DOWN HERE! OR ELSE!" Bill yelled at his crew, who formed up immediately, minus Giffany, who thinks that just because she is female means that she can get out of whatever it is when Bill yells 'Hey Boys.'

Bill smiled at them, an extremely sadistic smile that all of his crew knew to be afraid of. They weren't dumb. Sort of.

"Alright, so as you all probably know by now, we have a live siren on board who is going to bring us a lot of money. But first, we need to do a little thing about his voice…"

A couple of the men went down to grab the siren, whilst a couple of them stayed to help put with the boat. Bill himself went down to his own cabin, where he could hear the sound of fish against flesh.

Walking into the room, he saw the siren lying on the floor, desperately trying to get out of the other pirates grasp to escape the fate that awaited him.

NOTE: IF YOU DON'T LIKE GRAFFIC THINGS, THEN PLEASE DON'T READ UNTIL THE NEXT BOLD TEXT

Standing to the side of Dipper, Bill grabbed at the giant cleaver from behind his back and Dipper's eyes diluted in fear, and he stopped struggling.

Bill put the cleaver on Dippers chest and dug in, ignore his screams. He dug deeper, pulling it down right to where his skin became his fish tail. Dipper screamed even more when Bill grabbed the wound, allowing his vocal cords to be seen.

Grabbing the nearest piece of fabric, which happened to be a bandana that one of the crew mates had let him borrow, he stuffed it into the sirens mouth, who put more energy into escaping the into screaming. Bill grabbed one of the tubes in the vocal cords and pulled, ignore the fact that it was blood drenched.

Repeating the same process for the rest of the cords until there was none left, Bill smiled. Despite being covered in blood, and scratches (the siren's tail was very strong, as it turned out) the pirate was very happy as one of the crew members handed him some thread and a needle, to sew up the blood siren who lay quite still, not wanting to accept what had just happened to him.

Quickly sowing up the side of the siren, the crew's mates put a very shocked Dipper back into the tub of water, and went out to grab cleaning materials to clean up all the blood from the floor. Bill smirked at Dipper, who had closed his eyes.

THERE IS NOTHING TO GRAPHIC AFTER THIS, DIPPER JUST LOST HIS VOICE.

Walking out of the room once more, Bill smiled. He could see the large, populated, wealthy island. It would only be a couple more hours until they had more money in their pockets then they had, or ever will, have had.

Dipper Pines took a couple of deep breaths in.

He could no longer sing. He could no longer talk. He could no longer laugh or cough. He could no longer do anything that involved him, and making sounds.

He was mute. A siren's worst nightmare. Pirates and people in the navy, often ripped out the vocal cords of sirens before letting them go once more. Just having a sirens vocal cords meant that you were eligible to some much money that you would never, ever have to work another day in your entire life.

See, it is over. They are going to sell you and there is absolutely nothing that you can do about it. This is want you signed yourself up to the moment that you tried to sing and kill and eat Bill. You can only blame yourself. You are a god for nothing sore excuse of a siren who can't even sing now. Weak. A little voice in Dippers head told him.

The voice he seemed to be unable to turn off, its words ringing through his head and Dipper wanted nothing more than to just bash it in to prevent it from talking any longer.

The pain, physically and emotionally, was almost to much to bear, and something that someone Dipper's age should never have to go through. It was just depressing how willing he was to give into it, let the pain wash him away, kill him, whatever it could to escape it.

Dipper's heart screamed in fear, and terror as he heard the pirate crew yelling above deck, knowing that those words world forever haunt him, chase him until, and maybe even after he dies, stick with him for the rest of his life. But the siren, however, was too weak to do anything, to drained and too ready to give up to truly care some much.

"Land ho, I see the island!"

thank you to all those 91 people who have read this story:) I really enjoyed writing it.