Lost In The Ocean _ 1x1 with Logic

[Sugar Buck]

He grined and rested his legs on top on the siren so that he had no chance of escaping.

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"Get off!" Dipper hisses, letting out a loud shriek. He hated things touching his tail, and this was no exception. He claws at the bottom of the boat.

[Sugar Buck]

He laughed obnoxiously and shook his head as he rowed back to his ship.

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Dipper continues to thrash around, to the best he could. He begins to let out shrill, high-pitched wails, hoping to alert someone in his colony to come and help out. Anyone!

[Sugar Buck]

Bill soon made it back to and onto his ship. From there he carried the siren into the kitchen and placed him in a large tub filled with water.

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Dipper had to eventually stop wailing, he was drying up, and he was hurting all over. Soon, he didn't have the energy to protest and stared over the side of the boat, black dots appearing in his vision. Eventually he woke up in a container, yet it was too small and his tail hung over the side, he said nothing to Bill, just staring at the floor.

[Sugar Buck]

" So, what might your name be? " Bill asked and sat down a bit away from the tub.

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“Why should I tell you?” Dipper answers bitterly, sinking into the water for a moment, before rising back up and spitting water at Bill.

[Sugar Buck]

Bill rubbed his face dry with his shirt sleeve and huffed in annoyance. "Do you want be stubborn? Cause I could starve you. And I don't think you want that, do you?" He retorted and waved over to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a knife. Once he has that he returned to his seat by the tub.

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“That's fine by me, I'll just eat your crew instead.” Dipper props his human half on the edge of the tub, so he could rest his tail fully in the water. He was rather scrawny, with blue scales scattering his shoulders and any possible weak spots. A small embelm presenting what seemed to be a Pinetree was located on his left arm, and his pale blue eyes examimed Bill with mixed emotions, mostly curiosity. “Why do you want to know my name anyway?” Eventually, Dipper's gaze lands back on the knife and he seems to snarl, revealing rows of sharp, pointed fangs, despite not being in an instinct driven mood. “And why have you just graciously dumped me in this - thing?! I barely have enough room -” Dipper glances around, “And if you plan on keeping a starving siren in your food store, don't be suprised if people start going missing of this ship.” And with that, Dipper turns around, splashing up quite a bit of water as he did.