Time for the first major conflict of this arc. From what I've seen of Golden Wind, the process of taking down the boss boils down into four major conflicts, the search for Polpo's treasure, the mission of getting Trish to her father, the search into Diavolo's history, and finally the Requiem part.

So yeah, here's the first conflict.

Giorno and Rarity soon settled into their life in the group. It was mostly casual patrols to make sure the people under their protection were getting their money's worth. A bit tedious, but they weren't expecting a big adventure when they got into the gang life. Giorno was never under any delusion that his dream would be that exciting to reach, because the best things in life never did come easy. To be fair, he wasn't entirely wrong, but he also didn't realize that unexpected things can happen when destiny knocks on your door.

Buccellati was enjoying a slice of pizza while on his patrol, getting the usual cheerful greetings from the citizens. He and the others were well known and well respected in town, and he felt it was only a matter of time before Giorno and Rarity were the same. As he mused, an elderly woman came up to him, another woman behind her that was a few years younger. "Buccellati," the older woman said, "My friend has a bit of a problem. Her son has been beating her."

Buccellati sighed. Something had to be wrong with the world when Italians stopped respecting their family. "I'll have a talk with him and see if I can straighten him out." "It's not just that," the friend said, "He's also been taking drugs." Buccellati nearly dropped his pizza. "I see... This is more concerning then I thought. I assure you no one in my group has been selling drugs on the streets. The only one who was has been... Replaced. I'll do anything in my power to find the source of this and put a stop to it." 'And that means I need more authority in the gang... And I can only think of one way to get it quickly.' He headed off to make a few calls.

Meanwhile, two other gang members were driving through the city, Zucchero and Sale. "Have you heard the rumors?," Sale asked, "Some of the capos are saying Polpo committed suicide in prison." "Wait, really?," Zucchero said, "Are you sure about that?" "The autopsy doesn't lie," Sale noted, "And there was no one in his cell when it happened. He apparently took one of his own guns and shot himself. The guards found an arrowhead in his cell, which was eventually picked up by the Speedwagon Foundation."

"So much for the recruitment process," Zucchero noted. "No doubt," Sale said, "I have no idea why Polpo would want to commit suicide out of nowhere. There could be any number of reasons. But that's not important. What's really important... Is the rumor about the treasure he stashed away." Zucchero got interested. "A for real treasure? With gold and gems and the like?" Sale nodded. "Yep, the sort of treasure you sometimes see in pirate movies. Basically it's a bunch of valuables Polpo had stashed away before getting incarcerated, which he had converted into gold and jewels."

"I can't believe he hid all this from the boss," Zucchero said, "I certainly never heard of it until now. Though he obviously didn't put it in the bank. There's no way he'd be able to keep it there." "Well the rumors have been circulating since Polpo was incarcerated," Sale said, "But while he was alive no one was stupid enough to go hunting for it. But now that he's dead it's up for grabs for anyone who can find it. The sum total is said to be close to ten billion lire worth!" Zucchero whistled. "Ten billion lire? I could take a trip to Monaco or Japan and get some fine bitches,"

"You're thinking too small," Sale said, "Think about it. Whoever gets that money could use it to pay off the boss and replace Polpo as capo, and all the benefits that comes with it. That could bring in way more than ten billion." Zucchero nodded in understanding. "So the treasure could become an investment to whoever finds it. We gonna go for it?" "Yeah," Sale said, "But first we need a lead. And if my theory's right, that lead is Buccellati."

"Buccellati?," Zucchero asked, "That punk from Napoli? What makes you think he knows anything?" "There's no way Polpo could hide the treasure on his own," Sale explained, "You remember how he looked. I'm surprised they could even get him in his cell. No, he had to trust someone enough to hide it for him. Someone who could keep their mouth shut and not ask questions. Now I'm not saying there's anyone like that in this gang, but Buccellati was Polpo's immediate subordinate, and he actually liked the punk. So if Polpo was going to trust anyone to hide his treasure, it would be Buccellati."

"If so then he's going to make his move soon," Zucchero said, "It's no secret that Buccellati's had his eye on the capo position for months. If Polpo really had a treasure, then by now Buccellati will be going for it. And we can follow him." "Don't think it's so easy," Sale said, "Remember Buccellati is a Stand user too, as is every member of his group. Push comes to shove your Stand doesn't have the strength to take them on." "So I won't take them head on," Zucchero replied, "My Stand's better for sneak attacks anyway."

The group had rented out a yacht and were relaxing around the deck. Or at least, Mista was trying to relax, but Narancia's overly loud stereo was making it hard to enjoy his magazine, even with the headphones. He got Narancia's attention. "Yo, Narancia, you brought drinks, right? Gimme a Sprite, would ya?" "Hmm?," Narancia replied, "Yeah, sure." He reached into the cooler and handed Mista the soda can. "Cool," Mista said, "Hold my magazine, would you?" Narancia took the magazine with a confused look as Mista popped open the can, then took the magazine back while covertly pouring the Sprite onto the stereo.

He drank the rest as Narancia suddenly realized his stereo wasn't working. "What the hell!? I just bought this thing! That guy at the electronics store is gonna get it for selling me this piece of crap!" Mista then winced as Rarity smacked him on the head. "Pranks like that aren't very nice," she said. Mista grumbled. "Hey, Buccellati, you mind telling us where this boat's going already?" "I suppose we're far enough away from the shore to discuss it," Buccellati agreed, "Polpo recently committed suicide. Therefore, we're going to retrieve his hidden treasure in Capri."

He was sure Giorno and Rarity had something to do with the alleged suicide, but didn't press the issue. "Wait, a hidden treasure!?," Narancia asked, "As in the sort you see in adventure movies!?" Buccellati smiled. "Indeed. Polpo hid away a fortune before he was incarcerated, and now that he's dead it's ours for the taking. As it happens I know exactly where it's hidden, because Polpo entrusted me to hide it in the first place. Therefore, the entire ten billion lire rightly belongs to us!"

"Did you say ten billion lire?," Abbacchio asked, "With that kind of money..." Buccellati nodded. "With that money, I intend to gain status as capo, but we must get to it before anyone else can take it." "Where in Capri did you hide ten billion lire!?," Narancia asked excitedly. "All in good time," Buccellati assured him, "The rest of the organization has gotten wind of the treasure. We aren't safe until we've secured it." He then spotted Narancia get pulled into a nearby opening. "Hey, what happened to Narancia!?" The others looked to where he was, just in time to see his shoes drop onto the deck. But the opening only lead to a small tool compartment with a drainpipe.