"What just happened!?," Fugo said, "Where did Narancia go!?" "I saw him get dragged in here!," Buccellati said, pointing to the compartment, "Rarity, stop the yacht!" Rarity nodded. She had been using Art of the Dress to pilot the yacht remotely, and now recalled it. "Damn it, where is he?," Mista said, "Did he somehow roll off into the sea or something? He'd better not be hiding somewhere cackling at our expense." "I highly doubt he had," Rarity said as Mista hopped to a lower portion of the deck, "We'd have heard a splash of some kind."

She then realized Mista had dropped out of sight. "Wait... What happened to Mista?" Fugo looked to where Mista had dropped down, but only saw the life preserver he had been carrying. "Damn it not Mista too." He started looking around. "Wait, stop moving around," Abbacchio said, "Clearly this is some sort of attack. We can't take chances trying to search the yacht randomly." But it was too late. Fugo went to check the cabin, only to disappear as well.

The remaining four gangsters huddled together. "It's gotta be a Stand," Giorno noted, "But what kind of Stand can make people disappear without a trace?" "Whoever it is," Buccellati said, "They're clearly somewhere on the ship. The ship isn't too big, there's not too many places they can hide." "If they're attacking us out here," Abbacchio said, "They clearly want the money we're after. They must have been trailing us since we were still on land." "We double-checked the entire ship before setting off," Rarity noted, "When could they have snuck aboard? Especially since we double-checked after leaving the pier."

"I'm not sure," Abbacchio admitted, "But it's the only explanation that makes sense. Buccellati, do you know anyone who would be capable of this?" "No, I don't," Buccellati said, "But if they're after the money, they have to be from the organization. I'm the only one here with information about it, so they must be saving me for last. And we're out here on the water, where there's no escape." Rarity smirked. "Don't be too sure. I still haven't played my own hand."

Abbacchio nodded. "If the others are dead, we may need to make a quick escape." "I never suggested they were dead," Buccellati noted, "But whoever this is won't hesitate to kill us." "Don't write them off just yet," Giorno said, "I can already tell they're alive." He pointed to a fly that had appeared out of nowhere. "I created that fly from Narancia's shoe. It's trying to get back to its owner now. From the way it's searching, it's clear Narancia is still alive at least. Which means the others may also be alive, with our attacker planning on using them as hostages."

"That makes sense," Rarity said, "It'd be pretty difficult to get information out of Buccellati if the rest of us were dead. If anything it'd make him clam up even more." Giorno nodded. "The problem is the fly doesn't know where to look. It's been staying here on the upper deck for a while now. It's flying near the front cabin, so he's somewhere over there, but that's all I can do to narrow the search location. We'd need something more to pinpoint his exact location. We find Narancia, we find our enemy."

Buccellati rubbed his chin. "But trying to get close without understanding the enemy's Stand could prove fatal. We need to uncover this mystery... Abbacchio, perhaps your Stand could help us." Abbacchio stayed silent. "Well, Abbacchio?," Rarity asked. "I'm not about to show my power to someone I don't even trust," Abbacchio said, "How do we know this kid even truly knows that they're alive? I can't even understand how his power works."

Rarity sighed. "Stubborn as a mule, aren't you? And cynical to boot, if you're not even willing to consider that our allies may still be alive. But if you simply think that the enemy is just in the cabin, then by all means. I'll be looking forward to laughing at your expense." Giorno then walked forward. "Giorno, what are you doing?," Buccellati asked. "If it's for the sake of my dream," Giorno said, "Then I don't mind showing people where their faults lie. And I won't hesitate to put my life on the line." As he approached the cabin, a pair of arms covered in purple spots and holding a large pin struck at him.

The trio looking surprise as he literally deflated and sank into the box compartment. "Giorno!," Buccellati called out. Rarity turned to Abbacchio. "And to think that could've been you." Abbacchio sighed. "Fine, you've proven your point." He chuckled. "Your boyfriend is pretty crazy, Rarity." Rarity shrugged. "Like he said, we're willing to put our lives on the line, and our trust in whoever it takes, if it means accomplishing our dream." Abbacchio held Buccellati back. "No. Giorno's experiment made it clear that whoever approaches the cabin will get attacked."

He then spotted the fly getting closer. "Looks like Giorno's still alive," Rarity said, "Otherwise that fly would have turned back into a shoe." "If it's coming this way...," Buccellati said, "Sticky Fingers!" Sticky Fingers started opening zippers along the fly's path. But all it did was reveal the empty cabin. "He's not hiding in the usual location," Buccellati realized. Abbacchio sighed. "Looks like I have no choice. I'll have to trust Giorno's words. Well Rarity, looks like you'll get to understand what my Stand can do."

Rarity raised as eyebrow as Abbacchio's Stand energy flared up. "Moody Blues!" A blue and silver humanoid with a timer on its head appeared, making electronic sounds as it did. "I believe the best way to observe what happened is to recreate what Narancia was doing five minutes ago," Abbacchio said. "That sounds about right," Buccellati said, as he used Sticky Fingers to allow them to bypass the trap near the cabin and head for the front of the ship.

"That fly is still near the rear of the ship," Rarity noted, "So, Abbacchio, what does your Stand do?" Abbacchio smirked. "Observe." To Rarity's surprise, Moody Blues' timer showed five minutes and moved to a spot Rarity remembered Narancia sitting in around that time, and taking the same stance. It then morphed into a complete copy of Narancia, save for the timer still being visible. Music could suddenly be heard in the background. "Is that Narancia's stereo?," Rarity asked, "I thought Mista shorted it out with the soda."

"It's a recording as part of the playback," Abbacchio explained, "Moody Blues can recreate events centered around a certain person. To that effect it could technically move as far away from me as needed, so its range is measured in time rather than distance." "It's still a little early," Buccellati said, "Narancia was attacked much later." Abbacchio nodded. "I'll fast forward the recording." Moody Blues started to speed up as it went through all the motions Narancia did.

At the point it hopped up onto the upper deck, it started playing normally. "Where in Capri did you hide ten billion lire!?" 'All in good time,' came a recording of Buccellati's voice. "This is about right," Buccellati said, "I saw Narancia getting attacked right around this period. Move behind him, quickly." As they did, they saw a hole appear in Narancia's shoulder. "That wound!," Rarity realized, "It's the same one Giorno got!" Moody Blues then got sucked into the compartment and started deflating. "I think I'm starting to piece together what happened," Abbacchio said.

Cliffhangers. Sometimes they crop up in a story. We'll finish dealing with this new threat next chapter. Stay tuned.