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Dipper looked up from his journal as men ran past him, gathering at the front of the ship. He stood, making his way to the front of the crowd. "There be the island we came in search of!" Dipper's grunkle, Stan, shouted from the helm. "Now back to work ya dogs!" Stan shouted at the crowd. The crew quickly went back to work preparing a a rowboat for scouting the island and getting the main ship ready for a storm. Dipper sat back down, holding his journal tight in the brisk winds. He read over the passages of creatures they might find, paying special attention to the one about sirens. While at dock Dipper had heard rumor of an island protected by sirens. Before he realized it, Grunkle Stan had charted course for that very island. The crew labored quickly as Dipper watched the clouds grew heavy over head. He jumped when his sister had ran up. "Dipdop you should get your book inside before the rain begins," she told Dipper
"You're right Mabel," Dipper said, closing the journal as he stood. He gave another glance at the island before he headed in.
The two were soon joined by their grunkle. "We'll have to wait for the storm to pass before heading to the island," Stan said.
"How long do you think this storm will last?" Mabel inquired.
"Hopefully not long," Dipper threw in as he ducked into his room to put the journals on their shelf. He came back out, noticing Mabel knitted away and Stan stood looking at the storm. With a heavy sigh, Dipper returned to his room, opting to sleep for now.