Bruno walked down the streets with his adopted daughter on his shoulder. His gang followed his lead. Giorno followed and saw that people liked Bruno. The townspeople greeted Bucciarati as be walked by, inviting him and the child to come back to their store. The black haired man greeted them in return. Giorno looked at the small child that was on Bruno's shoulder. She was so small, yet so familiar, like he knew her. He reached his hand up to touch the long and wavy hair. His hand was grabbed by Abbacchio, the white haired man gave the golden haired teen a glare. The little girl looked back as Abbacchio let Giorno's hand go. Her big red eyes looked at them before turning away from Giorno in an angered way, he did not know why she had such a sudden hatred for him.
The gang was led to the docks and to a yacht rental place. There were a line of yachts at the dock. Bruno put the child down on the street and wen inside to rent one of the yachts. Her small hand grabbed Abbacchio's coat as she followed him around after Bruno started talking to the man who ran the rental service. She held the small bag that held her clothes and her favorite toys. She watched Narancia pick out snacks and drinks from the store as Bucciarati got a rental, Mista reminded Bucciarati to avoid getting the yacht with the number 4 on it. (Y/n) could feel his eyes on her, familiar green eyes. She gripped Abbacchio's jacket a little tighter. Besides Giorno, there was an unfamiliar energy there at the docks.

The yacht rental owner told Bucciarati that he did not have to pay because of how much the black haired man had helped him, the gang was going to get to use the yacht for free. After Bucciarati got the key, Narancia placed all the snacks on the counter and asked the man to ring him up. He had a huge grin on his face. Abbacchio walked out to the yacht as Narancia was paying for the snacks and drinks. He got onto the boat and looked back to the little girl as she jumped onto the boat with ease. The small plum haired pillar set her things down and stretched. It was a nice and sunny day, so warm. Abbacchio looked back at the others before crouching next to her, "Do you sense something about Giovanna?" "There's something about his face, his energy.," the little girl replied, "I know this energy, but, it makes me feel ill." Her red eyes looked over to the golden haired teen as he got onto the boat, followed by Mista and Narancia. Fugo got on last after Bucciarati, the holey suited teen untied the boat. Bruno drove the boat out into the ocean as the others kept a lookout and enjoyed the nice weather. Abbacchio stood next to Bucciarati and (y/n) as the little girl played with her stuffed animal.
The little girl went below deck to change into her fresh outfit what Bucciarati brought for her. Mista started to go into the cabin, but heard a small shriek and closed the door, "Sorry! I didn't know you were in there!" He waited until the little child was out of the cabin before getting the magazines he had put in there. Giorno was talking to Narancia as this happened, "Excuse me, why does Bucciarati have a child here?" "Oh, (y/n)? Bucciarati adopted her after we found her in Rome last year, her family is gone.," the teen replied as he was putting a disk into his music player, "she's cute, right?" "Isn't that wrong to put her in danger?," Giorno asked. Narancia laughed, "She's in no danger, her stand is the danger." "She's a stand user?," the golden haired teen asked. The older teen looked up at Giorno, "If we're lucky, we will not see it at all. Bucciarati does not want a repeat of what happened before. Ugh..."

The little girl sat on the top of the cabin and watched everything around her with great interest. Her little arms held her toys as she watched everything. "At least this is more peaceful than the other times I was on a boat.," the little girl sighed. She felt her hair being played with. Had to be her mom. The warm ocean breeze blew over her skin, bringing the salty scent of the ocean with it. Mista and Narancia was enjoying themselves near the stern as Bucciarati and the others were towards the bow. Fugo and Abbacchio were standing near (y/n) and talking. The little girl felt her hair be let go and she looked behind her to see who was playing with it. She did not see anyone. She pouted, they were playing with her. "Not funny.," She said. "What's not funny?," Fugo asked. "Someone doesn't want me to know that they are playing with my hair.," The pillar girl replied and looked around to find any trace of who it was.
"They gave you a nice braid.," Fugo commented and went back to talking to Abbacchio. The little girl felt her hair and found a part of it was braided like her father had his. She made a small huff and heard Mista call out to Bucciarati. "Bucciarati, where are we going?!," the gunman asked. (Y/n) sensed stand energy from everyone. Yet she felt slight stand energy nearby. She remembered that something did not feel right at the boat place. The blue eyed man nodded, "We're far enough away from land, I can tell you now."

The gang circled around Bucciarati, Narancia was perched up on top of the cabin. "We are going to Capri.," Bruno told the others. "Capri?," Abbacchio inquired. Fugo piped up as well, "We're not going there as tourists or for a vacation, are we?" "Not at all.," the black haired man replied. "Then why are we going there?," Mista asked. "This morning, the capo, Polpo, committed suicide.," Bucciarati announced. All except Giorno seemed to be on edge and in shock from the news. They all were asking Bucciarati for information on it. "Polpo was a capo who did things that would get him killed.," Bucciarati answered. Fugo spoke up with a question, "Excuse me, but what does his have to do with why we're heading to Capri?" "Polpo had a secret fortune. It is worth ten billion lire!," Bucciarati told the team, "I'm the only one who knows where it is. I'm the one who hid it for him. That lire now belongs to us! We can now use the money to achieve the rank of Capo!"
Everyone was excited, that meant that they would have a lot more money and power in the organization!
(Y/n) jumped off the cabin and faced where Narancia was, she bore her fangs and let out a hiss. She sensed a sudden spike in stand energy, there was an enemy! Narancia was pulled down after she did that. He disappeared. Her sudden hostility alerted the others. Bucciarati was immediately on edge, she had told him how she used to work as a stand radar for a group she traveled with before. She did not settle down, her stance was ready to attack. Bruno and the others went to see where Narancia disappeared to, only to find his shoe was left behind. Mista disappeared after he split from the group. Fugo went to see if they were in the cabin. Bucciarati noticed that (y/n) was refusing to go to certain areas. She still looked like she was ready to kill whatever was there.

Her horn felt the enemy creeping around with the others in tow, she could not tell the others without revealing that she had a way to track this enemy. If she did tell them, this enemy would know that Bucciarati had a way to find other stand users. However, Bucciarati already knew from her reaction that there was an enemy. "Everyone! Stay together, we're under attack!," Bucciarati said and he quietly whispered to his adopted daughter who was on his shoulders, "Keep track of it." "Why attack now?," Abbacchio asked. "For the money.," the white suited man spoke, "They found out that I know where the money is and they want to steal it. This means they are also from passione." "Does that mean they've been tracking us since we were on shore?," Abbacchio asked as his eyes looked to the child who have a slight nod. "Looks like it. They must have gotten impatient.," the blue eyed man replied as he kept a sharp watch out for any sign of the enemy, "He is trying to pick us off and get me to tell him where it is." "Are you saying that they are dead?," Abbacchio inquired. "No, they are alive.," Giorno said before the little pillar could, "They are alive. I don't know if the person is trying to use them as hostages, but they are alive." 
"Giorno Giovanna, how the hell are you so sure about that?," Abbacchio asked the newcomer in an angered tone. "He's right. They are alive.," the girl confirmed, "Over there. Next to the fly." "Fly?," Bruno asked. "I turned Narancia's shoe into a fly.," Giorno said, "it's now trying to return to him. If he was dead, the fly would not be looking for him like that.," the golden haired teen explained. "(Y/n), can you tell where they are? Your horns can sense them, right?," Bucciarati asked. "I can. But, it's odd, they are not in the cabin or locker, yet I sense them there. Like they should be standing there.," the little girl replied.

"What the hell is this little shit's ability?," Abbacchio growled. (Y/n) was placed on the deck by Bucciarati so he was not weighed down by her heavy jewelry, the dark haired man told the former policeman to be quiet. They all crouched to watch the fly, Bruno looked to his old friend, "Abbacchio, your stand could he the key to defeating this enemy." "Perhaps.," Abbacchio replied in a tone that told them he did not want to do that in front of Giorno. "Abbacchio, this is not the time to be caught up in stupid crap like this, dammit.," Bucciarati scolded as he covered his adopted daughter's ears. "Stupid crap? This is for my own safety, I can't carelessly reveal my stand in front of a stranger I cannot trust.," the white haired man replied, "I don't know what made you trust this guy, But I don't consider him part of this team."
(Y/n)'s eyes watched the fly as she felt the energy of the enemy and her friends while her adopted father and Abbacchio bickered. She was able to hear Abbacchio tell Giorno to shut up. And Giorno saying that he had a dream. He charged forward towards the cabin, only to be grabbed by a stand from the deck, the stand poked him with a sword like object and he started to deflate. "Giorno!," Bruno called to the young man. Giorno was deflating like a balloon, his body wrinkled and shriveled up. As he was shriveling up, a mark on his shoulder, under his jacket caught (y/n)'s red eyes. It had a pointed edge to it. The blond teen was pulled into the deck, he spat out blood. His expression as he was pulled under was familiar to her.

Bruno pulled her back after talking to Abbacchio about what to do, he opened the boat up with sticky fingers to check the cabin sleeping quarters after the fly flew over it, there was nothing there. The fly was coming closer, Abbacchio and Bruno fell into the boat and the zipper zipped back up. (Y/n) landed on the lipstick wearing man. He did not care that she climbed up onto him as he walked out of the room. She was perched on his back as he called out his stand. The beautiful moody blues. The stand made a few sounds like a dial up tone and static. It's vinyl holographic covering showed a mix of blue and purple. The stand ran up to where Narancia had been after Abbacchio set it to five minutes before. The stand transformed Into Narancia and started to replay the teen's actions. Moody blues could copy everything that was done, from sweat to heartbeat. It was a good stand for finding out the truth.
Abbacchio had the stand go up to the top of the cabin and watched it closely. At the point where Narancia attacked, a small hole appeared on the stand and it was pulled in. Abbacchio paused playback. Bucciarati examined what happened to his underling, "His body has become soft and rubbery, he is deflated like a balloon, even his bones." The little girl poked at the stand, "It's like my skin. And like what Santana did, made himself small to fit in a tight place." "Let go of it, I'm resuming the replay to find this bastard.," the former policeman spoke and the stand went into the pipe. They followed the stand and tried to pull it out of wherever it was. Bucciarati opened different places with his zippers.

Nothing. There was nothing there. Abbacchio was sure his stand was there. He attacked when he sensed another stand nearby. His body was cut up and deflated, "Bucciarati, kill this bastard!" He was pulled into the boat as well. Blood was splattered on the tiny girl and slapped onto Bucciarati's face. (Y/n) did not want to taste the blood on her face, she wanted the blood of the one that dared to attack her and her friends. Bucciarati had her stay close to him as he looked for Abbacchio and the others.  The little one grabbed his leg. They heard a voice from below them, the attacker  had finally decided to speak his demands. The enemy's voice was slow and deep. "The fact that there are seagulls flying around, it means we are close to shore.," the attacker's voice said, "Only you, I and the little girl are left." "You bas-!," Bucciarati started but was cut off by the man. "Hold on! Ah, ah, ah! I'm the one who is talking here, so just shut up until I ask you a question, Dammit!," the man ordered the black haired man.
Bucciarati felt the little hands of his adopted daughter on his leg. She was holding tight to him. Bucciarati looked down and relaxed his body a bit, he still was ready to fight. "Very good, remember, I can finish you and your crew off at any time. They are in suspended animation at this time, you should be grateful.," the enemy spoke, "I could have killed your crew and threw them into the sea. Depending on your actions, I might even let them go afterwards. All you have to do is tell me the location of Polpo's fortune is!"

"Are you from passione?," Bucciarati inquired. "You don't get it at all, do you?," the enemy asked before becoming enraged, "I'll kill you, you little shit! I'll kill you and tell the rest of the gang about that girl and her abilities! You are only allowed to tell me where the money is! Say anything else with that asshole of a mouth and I'll kill them!" (Y/n) clung to her adopted father's leg. She was shaking. Not from fear, but anger. She was barely keeping her stand back. She knew it would be game over for everyone if she let her father out. The man was breathless after yelling at Bucciarati, "Now, where is the money?" "Black tailed gulls.," Bucciarati said. "Huh? Where?," the man asked. "Those aren't seagulls. Those are black tailed gulls, often called sea cats for their cries that can sound like meows. You can tell them and seagulls apart like that and from the solid black tails they have and black wingtips.," Bucciarati explained, "You called them seagulls, you are wrong." "Bleh.," the pillar girl said as she stuck her tongue out. "That's it! I'm going to kill one now!," the man yelled.
The boat lurched as it began to sink. (Y/n) let go of Bucciarati and hopped up onto the mast to get away from the water. Her tiny claws gripped the mast and felt something like fabric on it. Abbacchio had noticed this before, no doubt! She made a little slicing motion and let some of her stand out to cut the 'fabric'. The 'lagoon 2' part cut away easy and under it was 'Lagoon 1', this stand user had put another boat on the one Bucciarati rented like a cover. Bucciarati was sinking the boat to draw out the stand user. The second boat tore away and sank as the true boat stood. (Y/n) looked down to see the enemy revealed, she hopped down next to her adopted father and made a disgusted face at the enemy who was threatening Abbacchio's life.

"What a measly human. Can I eat him?," the little girl asked. The stand user was taken aback by the child's words. "No. Keep him alive.," Bruno answered, "But you can take some of his blood." The man looked like he was going to stab Abbacchio, but Bruno unzipped his arm to punch him in the throat. (Y/n) jumped and landed behind him before giving the man a kick to separate his head from his body. Bruno got down from his point on the cabin and went to check on the crew. They were all returning to normal. Abbacchio sat up and got a hug from the tiny girl, he gave her a small pat on the head and looked to Bucciarati, "Well done, Bucciarati." The little girl went and checked on everyone else, giving them hugs when she found they were okay. She stayed away from Giorno for a bit before finally going to him and tapping his Ladybug brooch. A scent hit her. Something familiar. She quickly ran away from him and jumped up onto the top of the boat cabin.

It couldn't be!....
Could it?