Prologue

Dipper might have been lost.

Okay, Dipper WAS lost.

Spinning around in circles, the siren wildly searched for a familiar coral, rock, fish, ANYTHING. But no, nothing was right here, it was getting dark and cold, and the navigator of his colony was LOST.

Oh, the irony of this situation.

Grunting in frustration, the boy paddled forward, feebly kicking the water with his tail as he flicked his ear fins, frowning deeply in confusion. Hadn't he just passed that sand bank...? He didn't really know anymore, and this was going to be a problem.