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The yacht was much bigger than you expected, it's sails were also much taller than you originally thought them to be appearing to be at least twice the size of the boat itself.

Basically the whole boat was just something you've never seen up close in person let alone be on one. This would be your first.

Sitting down by the front of the boat with your legs over the side and arm over the middle bar of the handrail your gaze focused on the crystalline water below, your legs swinging a bit almost childishly. The small waves knocking against the side of the boat caused it to rock gently but not enough that you'd fear falling in.

"Careful, you might fall right through the bars." Hearing someone chime that out your head shifted to the side, (E/C) hues met with violet ones as Fugo's form stood just beside you leaning on the railing above, "And I'm pretty sure nobody would want that to happen."

Letting out a noise in acknowledgment you traced your finger across the bar keeping you from plunging into the water below. "That's fair, but if I did fall in who do you think would dive in first?" Returning your gaze back towards the water and absentmindedly asking that your fingers switched to tapping against the metal bar.

Pursing his lips into a line and tapping the bar as well he glanced down at you thankful that your own gaze was focused elsewhere, "Well I mean I'm closest to you at the moment so I'd like to think I'd be the one to dive in." He seemed confident with his answer and the hum that left your lips made it sound like you understood his short explanation.

"You seem quite confident with your answer Fugo, that's pretty reassuring." Pushing yourself away from the edge and raising to your feet you flashed the guy a smile, his face quickly warmed at this before Mista shouted out a question aimed towards Bruno.

"Come on Bucciarati! Hurry up and tell us where this boat is headed!" Catching sight of the gunslinger popping up from behind the boat's cabin entrance, everyone awaited the mans answer.

"Fine. We're far enough from the shore now." A wave slapped the side of the boat as Bruno moved to lean against one of the ships railings. "We're headed to Capri."

"Capri?" Quirking a brow at that response Abbacchio's tone seemed to lead into a 'why' sort of fashion, his arms crossing over one another to accompany the question.

"Why are we going there." Voicing the white haired man's unspoken question and leaning against the railing as well your focus remained on Bruno who answered right away.

"This morning, the capo Polpo committed suicide!" Announcing that the group appeared stunned, though you didn't really know the man very well you could tell it was quite the shock to everyone else, the large man being their capo after all.

Well, almost everyone.

"What? Suicide? Polpo did?" Asking the question on everyone's mind the group voiced out different words in shock, nobody could really digest that kind of information that quickly or suddenly.

"It doesn't matter why he died. Polpo was a capo who did things that'd get him killed."

"But what does he have to do with why we're going to Capri?" Asking that Fugo furrowed his brows together, there was obviously something important about their destination that the man had yet to disclose.

"Polpo actually has a secret fortune. It's worth...ten billion lire!" Announcing that then shifting in place he added on, "I'm the only person who knows where it's hidden. I was the one ordered to hide it. That ten billion now belongs to us! With that money we can claim the rank of capo!"

This was a tremendous change of events, you never really would've expected something like that to happen the same day as a new person joins. But you chalked that up to just mere coincidence. Bruno becoming a capo was something the group had talked about for awhile and honestly you thought he would make an amazing capo.

"Where is it? Where'd you hide that kind of fortune on Capri, Bucciarati?" Practically bouncing in place, Narancia's eyes sparkled at the amount of money.

"I can't tell you that yet. Rumors of his hidden fortune have made their rounds in the organization. No one can find out before we secure the money." Firmly stating that, by the end of Bruno's sentence the teen seemingly fell back kicking a bar off the railing, the leader's name left his lips before it appeared as though he was dragged down into something.

"Did something happen, Narancia?" Calling out towards where the ravenette once was and pointing towards the area once more Bruno was at a loss for words spotting the teens shoe pop up into the air quickly falling back down.

Quickly running over and hopping onto the raised section Mista paused, "H-Hey, come look at this!"

Gathering at the top and looking into what you assumed was a drain, Narancia's shoe was the only thing left behind. "Where did he go?" voicing your own concern and watching Abbacchio swipe the shoe from Giorno, Fugo spoke up from behind you. "I don't quite understand what's going on."

"You guys didn't see it? To me it looked like Narancia got pulled into this box." Resting a hand below his chin in thought Bruno thought over what had happened just a few seconds ago.

"What?-" "That's impossible! He didn't randomly fall into the ocean did he?" Cutting Fugo off abruptly Mista moved to grab a lifesaver calling out towards the missing member, "Hey, Narancia! If you're just looking around and hiding..." Jumping over the railing and down onto the lower deck he continued. "Hurry up and answer us!"

Feeling like something was very wrong you figured calling out for the black haired teen was a bit redundant seeing as everyone was doing it, but from each call you could tell one was missing. Peering over the railing towards the lower deck you spotted the orange ring Mista had been carrying roll around the floor before falling flat, "Mista?" Calling that out in hoped of spotting the gunslinger no response was received.

"Mista! Where'd you go?!" Hearing you call out the name, Fugo also looked around the lower deck. He hadn't realized the man was missing till you began calling out.

Jumping down from where the two of you were standing Fugo moved hastily towards the cabins doorway swinging it open, "Come on Mista! Why are you messing around now-" The blonds hand let go of the door and no sound emanated from the area.

"Fugo?" Shifting once more to look over the railing, your eyes were met with an empty doorway and a large cracked section of the boat beside the steering wheel, "Where'd he go?!"

Looking around the area and catching no sign of either of the two you called out for, Bruno's gaze trained on where you were, "(Y/N), Abbacchio, Giorno, stay close to each other! We're being attacked!"

Cautiously hopping over the railing and standing with the other three everyone remained on high alert, there was no way three people could just disappear like that.

It was crazy.

"There's someone hiding on this boat! This is a stand attack!" Pointing out what the current situation was, Bruno's eyes darted across the boats exterior.

Doing the same Abbacchio remained ready to jump into action, "But why now?"

"The money."

"Someone found out that I knew where the money was, and they're looking to steal it. Which means they're from the organization." Explaining that and still looking around his answer did make sense.

You did however think it was crazy that different groups in the same organization would attack one another.

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Giorno hearing that Polpo Died:

Aha here we go starting things of with Giorno Joining, I honestly find a lot of what Y/N says ironic considering we as the readers know what happened.

As always though thank you all for reading! If you have any questions feel free to ask! I know a bit of it might get jumbled up later so I'm just letting you all know I'm good to answer stuff!