Mysteries of the Seven Seas

Puzzles

Stanley stopped swimming in anger from his fight with Dipper, his head suddenly pounding so hard that he had to lean against a boulder, clutching the area with the pain with one hand. It was happening again, he already knew the instant it sparked and he let it flow through his mind, not fighting it. The pounding then stopped and he turned back toward the direction that Dipper was at and swam at it at full speed, fear gripping his chest and he shoved the boulder out of the entrance way with one mighty shove. "Kid! I'm sorry! I overreacted! I'm just worried, I don't want what happened to Ford to happen to-" he quickly apologized before stopping and looking around the area. There was no sign of the kid, not even a flash of blue scales in sight, in fact, some of his things where missing. "...You."He finished, his fear reaching full level of panic. He swam quickly out only to ram into Wendy, causing them both to leer back in pain. "Wendy! Where is Dip-"

"Stan our sentries have spotted a ship, pitch black, we barely had time to dive out of view before it passed us! The darkness conceals it so well, it's practically invisible at this time! We need to warn everyone!" She quickly reported. Stan looked around before noticing Mabel was missing too, this wasn't good...

"Sound the alarm now! And send someone to find my niece and nephew!" Stan ordered before swimming around for preparations. He could only hope that the vision wasn't true, that they would come back unharmed...

But he knew that the visions were never wrong...

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How did that little bugger get it's hands on a journal? Not to mention that it was #3 which meant that there was a second one out there somewhere! He didn't want the siren watching him read through the book, he never did like it when people watched him while he read. He locked the door to his cabin and sat in his desk, then lifted the cover to discover the books secrets. His face dropped in disbelief.

Scratches! Chicken writing! He flipped through the book fast, checking each page to see if they all had the same type of writing. And they did. Bill yelled in frustration, this was a real book, he knew that much, but it was written in some sort of foreign language. There was a pattern in the scratches but he could never translate, he didn't even recognize the language, it wasn't close to human!

Human. No it wasn't human. He suddenly remembered the book he found in Pine Tree's satchel, it had the same scratches... That meant...

Merpeople. They had their own language, therefore they had their own writing... The boy could translate it, if he could speak English that is... He should be able to, he understood what he was saying when he tried to look menacing at Bills mockery, he could tell as the sirens fins had flared. Standing up, he grabbed the book and grabbed the door by the handle, then stopped. If he went back so soon after he left the fish, that would seem like he's desperate for information and the fish might get the idea that he can bargain his way out of the situation... He couldn't have that. He was getting real sick of waiting all the time.

He began to pace again, he better find something to do on the way back, not to mention finding a way to get that siren to give him a tooth. Even if he managed to yank out the stupid kids tooth before he clamped down on his hand, it would've been worthless to him. After he reread the ingredients, he noted that it said, a gift of a sirens tooth, meaning he had to have either the siren give it to him or someone else yank it out and give it to him as a 'gift'. He doubted the men on his ship would ever give him a gift, they were controlled by fear, not loyalty. He needed a loyal servant to do such a thing, and not one of them were on the ship.

He sat down in his red velvet chair in a slouch and massaged his temples, a headache threatening to crack his skull open. This was one stupid yet difficult puzzle, what the hell was he going to do?