Welcome to the Deep End [An AU BillDip]

Chapter 37

(A/N No way! An update? This can't be! Well you're right. This is just another troll chapter, get outta here.)

Dipper watched with shaky eyes as the corpse of his new friend was tossed into the solemn ripples of water that lightly lapped against the ships hull. Crew mates brandished sorrowful expressions, holding their hats against their chests. Wendy had quite the reputation aboard Bill's ship, beautiful, yet fierce. When Dipper stepped up to pay his respects to the body, he could see the poor quality of the coffin. The boards were splintering, and the color was more black than brown. Barely sealed properly, holes clearly visible. The casket would sink the moment it hit the water. The brunette concealed his anger at the carelessness of the crew, but couldn't help but clench his fists at the sight. Bill's mates wore bored expressions, yawning and fiddling with the casket before it was thrown in. They lacked sympathy. Dipper expected this. They were monsters, after all.

The boy watched as the hunk of wood was barely kept afloat, keeping up with the waves by an inch.

"...Goodbye." the boy mumbled light enough so no one would hear.

They were nearing port to restock and reload. A few weeks had passed since Wendy's unfortunate calamity, and Dipper had learned to live with the guilt. He learned what a pirate really was. They were ruthless, and certainly weren't dignified heroes of the sea like Bill made them out to be. If an oppurtunity was there to backstab, then so be it. All Dipper saw were shameless cowards, mindlessly following the orders of the captain till an oppurtunity to strike arise.

Though, in order for the crew to stay somewhat orderly and loyal, the captain had to give them a big break once in a while.

The ship had run dangerously low on supplies and the humans were starting to get restless. With great disappointment, Bill reluctantly agreed to a short weeks worth pit stop at a rickety port due west of their current route.

The very blonde was caught at the helm, torso facing the ocean and slowly swirling a flask of alcohol. The sun was slowly making its descent downwards, seeming to be consumed by the large amass of water that thrashed with the tide. Bill wasn't much to appreciate the vibrant hues of colours that painted the sky as the sun burrowed its way deeper and deeper into the clouds. He found more amusement feeling the warm, day winds turn into winds that sent chills up and down his spine.

"Cap'n." Eight Ball murmured, poking the moping blonde that stood sluggishly at the ships rail.

"...What?" the captain said absent mindedly, vibrant eyes glowing.

Eight grunted at his captains lack of attention, but continued anyways. "The lads been in his room for three days. We all haven't seen 'im come out since Red perished."

"Is that so..." Bill drawled, wind bristling through his blonde locks.

He then seemed to snap out of his trance, becoming aware of the bottle of rum he was circling between his digits, "Wait, Pine Tree?" the captain groaned, not liking yet another set of issues to worry about.

"Yes, he hasn't come to the galley at all. He's completely immersed himself in those charts you've given to him." the green haired man explained, brows furrowing with slight frustration.

"Chef's not pleased with all the wasted food, either." Eight added quickly, rubbing his knuckles from old habit.

Bill seemed to ponder this, then broke into his signature high-pitched cackle. He slapped Eight on the back casually, "Oh, how painfully typical." the male laughed, earning a confused grunt from Eight.

"Oh don't worry. Dismissed, Eight. I'll take care of this." he confirmed, grinning at the person in front of him, before stepping in tune with the pace of the waves. Boots spectacularly tapping in sync with the very heartbeat of the ocean. Eight would never get tired of the captains utter divinity. They all gave up their power-hungry forms just to see what legacies Bill would conquer as a human. And they would not be disappointed.