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"What are we going to do, Bucciarati?" The man in question remained quiet, his mind running through different courses of action before everyone's attention shifted towards Giorno who began speaking.

"Before this boat docks, all we need is someone to head to the island first and get rid of the guy." Trailing around the edge of the boat before raising an arm to point towards Capri, Giorno's statement right away gained varied reactions. The tone itself sounding like the answer was as plain as day.

"What the hell are you talking about? Are you sure you're not stupid? Get to the island before this boat? What are we supposed to do? Swim there?" Standing up from your spot upon hearing Narancia ask that you lightly flicked the side of his head, there was no reason the dark haired tean shouldn't at least hear him out.

"Hey don't be mean, he has a plan." Insisting that, you knew there was more to what he was saying, much like when the two of you were dissecting Mario's ability and how to counter it.

"Exactly that. Swim." Ok, well maybe you were a bit too insistent on him having a different plan...sure swimming there could definitely... be an option but a slow one at that. Turning to lean back onto the railing Giorno spoke once more, his foot slipped beneath the orange buoy Mista had dropped a while ago. "I can change this ring buoy into a fish. If I have it pull me, I'll be able to get to the island faster than this boat."

Almost instantaneously the orange flotation device changed into a large fish, the animal moving around in place as he added on, "Of course, since it's my stand, I'll be the one going." The clouds in that very moment seemed to have moved casting down a few rays of sun onto the blond. "I, Giorno Giovanna, have a dream. I want that ten billion lire. We have to use that money to make Bucciarati a capo and move our way up the ranks."

Somewhat moved by the speech, you gave a closed mouth smile, he sounded sincere about everything he'd said and you would've commented on it if not for Abbacchio's sudden burst of laughter. The man pointed a finger towards Giorno quickly after stopping, "You're going to go? All right, sure. You've got some good ideas, boy. But sadly, you don't know the guys name or what he looks like." Making his way over to the blond and resting a hand on his hip, he stared down his nose adding on. "Capri is filled with tourists. How the hell are you going to find him?"

It was a very good question and you were glad it was asked, although Abbacchio aggressively jabbing the teen in the chest with his finger wasn't all too necessary.

"I agree with Giorno's plan." Speaking up, everyone's attention shifted towards Mista who was still crouched along the floor, "Even if we don't know who this guy is...if he's waiting for Zucchero to arrive in this boat, I think there's a high possibility that we can attack first," Reaching into his boot he tugged out his signature revolver. "Rather than waiting for him to attack."

Standing up he then shifted his attention towards Giorno, "So how many people can that fish pull, Giorno?" Popping open the cylinder and focusing on the bullets inside, you could just barely make out Mista's stand. "My stand, Sex Pistols, is made for killing." Pushing the cylinder back in place and using his gun to point he seemingly struck a pose.

"It's perfect for situations like this. I'll be going, too."

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Making it onto land the fish referred back into a buoy, both men stepped onto the shore checking over their supplies briefly. "It took us quite a while to swim from the yacht to the island. We have 20 minutes before the time Zucchero was supposed to meet up with the man on Capri. That's about all the time we have left."

"Giorno, how does the marina look?" Asking that and watching the blond raise the binoculars up to eye level a 'not good' was given back in response. Tourists galore littered the marina tables making the perpetrator harder to find.

"It's just like Abbacchio said, there are a lot of tourists and they all look like they're waiting for someone. They're probably waiting for sight seeing vessels, but...Mista, you have a plan to find the him among that crowd of tourists in the next 20 minutes, right?" Lowering the binoculars and turning his head back towards where the gunslinger was, he deadpanned at the fact that Mista had basically set up a wannabe lunch table, salami, bread and cheese rested on top.

"What...are you doing?"

Checking his watch Mista responded as though it was obvious, "It's way past lunchtime. I'd prefer to go to that restaurant over there, but it's probably a bad idea to have lunch at a restaurant right in front of the marina. I don't know what his guy looks like, but he probably knows what I look like since I'm on Bucciarati's team." Pointing towards himself, he then gestured towards Giorno. "That goes for you too."

Letting out a deep sigh the blond closed his eyes for a moment trying to take hold of the situation, "I have no idea what you're talking about, but listen, Mista. I know we said about 20 minutes, but if he's the panicky type, we might only have ten. Maybe even five." Stressing each word he added in a few hand gestures to emphasize each point. "He may get suspicious when the Lagoon doesn't come onto port and figure out that something happened to Zucchero. If that happens, we won't have the chance to find him."

Merely cutting up the salami before him Mista shook his head, "And I told you, this is my lunchtime! Lunchtime is for lunch! Even boutiques and bookstores in this country honor lunchtime. No one works if they don't have their lunch. I'm not saying I'm like that," Pausing he pulled out his revolver flicking it open. "But these little guys pretty much expect it."

At that the little stands crawled out from their spots cheering that it was lunch time. Holding out the slices of salami the pistols grabbed each slice aggressively gobbling them up, Number three right away went over, stealing Number five's piece before being reprimanded by Mista.

Explaining the stand a bit more to Giorno, it seemed like the blond had begun to understand. "What are they? How many of those things do you have?"

Standing up Mista released a scoff offended by the term used, "Hey, don't call them 'things'. They get pissed off when they're treated like pets. There's six of them, and there isn't a number four because four is bad luck. There's one for each bullet."

Wanting to ask more questions the Pistols quickly started talking once more each pointing towards something, "Mista! Mista look!" Turning his gaze away from the Pistols and Giorno, dark hues practically glittered upon spotting a brightly winged insect make it's way over, a smile quickly set itself along his expression.

"Hell yeah! It's about time." Sticking out a finger and letting the butterfly land among it Giorno gave a look of confusion. Seeing that Mista decided to clue him in on what he was so happy about. "This is (Y/N)'s stand- well part of it. Pretty cute not gonna lie."

Leaning down a tad so that he was eye level with the insect Giorno's hues trailed over the butterfly's luminescent golden wings, Mista hadn't mentioned what it did but from the looks of it and the fact you weren't there he could assume it was supportive. "Well, I mean I would expect nothing less from (Y/N)'s stand."

"That sounds like it has a second meaning, don't get any idea's buddy." Quickly stating that and moving the butterfly away from the blond Mista spoke up tilting his head and staring down the bridge of his nose at the blond, "There's already a line."

Having said that Mista's stand also began calling things varying from what he's said, "Yeah! So don't even think about it!" "She's not on the market!" "She's really nice.." The last comment was spoken by Number five having been perched on his respective bullet, while swinging his legs thinking about said person.

Noticing that the blond was jumping all over the place at what was being said Mista rolled his shoulders back leaning forward towards him as a form of intimidation, "What we're saying is that we've known her longer, and I'm not really sugar coating it. But the entire teams got an eye out."

"So watch what you do newbie."

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Funny story but I showed one of my best friends the JoJo openings and she was yelling over the phone that Giorno did not look 15. Also the JoJo breainrot is slowly returning, I almost lost it to AOT brain rot but finishing Stone Ocean revived it :)

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