Been really looking forward to this one.

Also, just before I posted this I saw the episode of Golden Wind that this chapter includes, and I gotta say I like how they portrayed the synchronized dance.

The others were restored to normal, and Narancia started kicking the headless Zucchero, since he caused him to get a bump on his head. Zucchero was still alive due to Sticky Fingers' power, but that only made things worse for him. As Fugo and Abbacchio joined in, Rarity was busy affixing crystals to Zucchero's eyelids and nostrils to keep them open wide, while his mouth was literally zipped shut. "So that's what Art of the Dress can do, huh?," Mista asked. "Yes," Rarity replied, "I can grow the crystals on any molecule. It's especially effective on a solid surface, but I can even grow them in midair."

Giorno looked the guy's wallet. "Mario Zucchero," he noted, "Hometown is in Roma." Mista got out a pair of glasses and some fishing line. He then saw something on Zucchero's face. "What is this, garbage or seaweed?" Rarity picked it up and felt it. "Seaweed. You can tell because of the texture." "That's a relief," Mista said, "I was concerned the ocean may have become polluted. That would ruin the beauty Italy is known for."

"We're about to reach the island of Capri," Buccellati said, "Polpo considered it the jewel of Italy, and for good reason. During the Greek Empire, when they were expanding across the Mediterranean, they considered this island to be one of the most beautiful views in the world. Even when the Roman Empire began its rise, Augustus Caesar made this island his villa and stayed here for ten long years, refusing to return to Roma during that time. It was because of this beauty that Polpo considered it a fitting place to hide his treasure."

"It doesn't look like we're being followed," Giorno said. "Maybe not," Buccellati replied, "But I doubt we're done just yet. Zucchero had to hear the rumor from someone. I find it difficult to believe he came after us alone, even if his power could deal with us in this enclosed space." "Then why zip his mouth up?," Narancia asked, "He can't tell us anything that way." "Oh this is no interrogation," Mista clarified, "I just want this bastard to pay for messing with us like that. We have Abbacchio to figure out if he was with anyone."

He hooked the fishing line into Zucchero's eyelid and placed the glasses on him. Narancia grinned once he finished reciting something on his fingers. "Hope you like visiting the ninth circle of Hell," he said as he turned on the stereo. Zucchero's head was held up to the sun, intensified by the glasses and crystals, making him tear up quickly. Narancia, Fugo, and Mista started dancing in sync as Rarity held the line, sitting like a queen fishing. "Abbacchio, do we have anything?"

"Yeah," Abbacchio said, "Looks like he was using the ship's radio. At the time he was likely flattened, but with the boat in its original condition we can watch it in 3-D. Seems he overheard us saying we were heading for Capri." He listened in. "His partner already took a motorboat to the island, docked at at the Marina Grande." "By now he's already on the island waiting," Fugo noted, "It would only take a motorboat thirty minutes to reach it from Napoli."

"Maybe we should make this asshole spill the beans about his partner's Stand," Mista suggested. "We'd never get him to talk," Buccellati said, "He's a gangster through and through, and he may not even know about his partner's Stand. But we can't just dock right away, or take too long to get there." "We need to get someone to the island first," Rarity suggested, "Find the enemy and dispose of them. Art of the Dress can make a crystal raft that I can walk across as it moves along the water."

"Even faster," Giorno suggested as he held up the life preserver, "I can turn this into a sea creature and drag you along." "That's a good plan but it has one flaw," Abbacchio pointed out, "We don't know the enemy's name or face. And Capri is full of tourists. How will you find him before he finds you?" "It's better than waiting around to get attacked," Mista pointed out, "If we stay around the harbor for a bit, he's bound to show himself. Our best chance is to go on the offensive."

He loaded his pistol. "Giorno, how many people can that fish pull?" "I'd say it would have the strength to pull two plus the raft easily," Giorno noted. Mista nodded. "Good, then I'm coming too. My Stand, Sex Pistols, excels at assassination." He grinned as the tiny humanoid critters, with cone heads and numbers on their foreheads, appeared loading the bullets. The trio soon were rushing across the water to Capri, reaching the side of the marina where foot traffic was light.

"We should be able to watch the marina from here," Giorno said, "Mista, do you have a plan to spot the enemy in the next twenty minutes?" "Yeah, just a second," Mista said as he cut up some salami. "Why are you having lunch while we're in the middle of a danger zone?," Rarity asked. "I'm not," Mista clarified, "But these little guys picked up on the lunchtime tradition, so now they won't work until they've been fed at lunchtime." The bodies of Sex Pistols grabbed the salami slices, tearing into them. Tre tried grabbing the one Cinque had, prompting Rarity to smack it with a tiny crystal bead.

"Honestly," she said, "Even your Stand has an irrational fear of the number four. I note the numbers are one through seven, but skip four altogether." "Hey, when I was a kid I saw a mother cat have four kittens!," Mista argued, "A neighbor tried to adopt one, only to get his eyes scratched out!" "He probably just wasn't gentle with it," Rarity retorted, "Cats don't like it when people are too rough with them, especially at a young age." Mista sighed. "Anyway, I need to talk these guys out of their nap. Can you get the radio I stashed in the bag?"

Rarity was now stationed at the far side of the marina, using a small crystal lens as a telescope. Mista had wanted Rarity and Giorno away from the marina, but Rarity pointed out that their enemy likely hadn't seen either of their faces since they were new to the organization and this man was likely from Roma as well. Rarity was now across from the yacht club main building, where the owner was paid off to announce a call coming in from the Lagoon, the ship the group was taking.

Giorno was scanning the marina to see if anyone approached, while Rarity kept a secondary eye on the building in case someone came in from the back. Mista was hiding in the shadow of the building waiting for either of them to signal so he could incapacitate the guy. Giorno signaled Rarity when a call came in on the radio, in spite of no one being seen making for the surveillance room. Rarity looked and saw a figure in the building, using the lens to signal Mista.

Mista nodded and ran in front of the window, surprising the guy as he fired. Quickly the man bolted as the shots seemed to miss. But that's when Sex Pistols went into action. "Come on!," Une called out, and the six creatures started knocking the bullets around like soccer balls. "Pass! Pass! Pass!" The man got hit in the leg as he bolted out the back door. Rarity launched herself over using a crystal explosion, landing on top of the building. "Sounds like you got him," she said to Mista, "But now people are staring because of the gunshot."

Mista shrugged. "It's not as loud as the ones in the movies. Do you see him from up there?" "He's just hopped aboard a nearby truck," Rarity replied, "On the passenger's side, so he may have paid off the driver." Mista ran through the building. "All right, if there's two of us, we should be able to approach him." He grabbed the side railing of the truck and pointed his gun in the cabin, then on top, where he fired on a guy hiding up there. The shot hit his head, but for some reason the guy wasn't dead, just really injured.

"Fuck! Not again!," he called out. The man was Sale, Zucchero's partner. He grimaced at Mista. "You're Mista, right? I guess Zucchero got whacked." "Not yet," Rarity said, Art of the Dress punching Sale in the gut. "Damn it, two of you!," Sale called out, "That's gonna be a bitch..." Mista fired off two rounds, only to get them deflected by a silver humanoid. "Nice try," Sale said, "But now that my Stand, Kraft Work, can go all out, your bullets are useless." Kraft Work then grabbed Rarity's Stand as it launched its fist.

"Punching won't work either," Sale said with a grin. "Wasn't trying to punch you, darling," Rarity clarified, "Just needed to get your attention so my crystals could trap your limbs." Art of the Dress broke off its hand and regrew it, as the broken hand started growing into more crystals that covered Kraft Work's arm, cutting into it. "The hell is going on!," Sale said as the effect of his Stand getting damaged was reflected on his arm, "Kraft Work is supposed to halt all kinetic energy!"

Mista then realized his hand was stuck to the railing, and his feet were stopped in midair. "Looks like its still working," Sale said, "The driver is also stuck to the gas pedal. So why are these damned crystals still moving along my arm?" "Not moving," Rarity clarified, "Art of the Dress doesn't create and manipulate crystals, it grows crystal constructs. Even if your Stand stopped the current growth, more growth happens behind it. This certainly explains why you're still alive even though Mista shot you in the head. You used your Stand to stop the bullet at the skin."

Mista dumped a few bullets out of his hat, which Sex Pistols loaded into his gun. "I had enough time while you were talking to check my revolver," he said, "Looks like I ran out of bullets trying to shoot you, but I'm not out of ammo." Rarity and Art of the Dress pointed at him. "And if I were to grow some crystals on your forehead, I'll bet they would push that bullet lodged in your head right into your brain." Mista fired, and Sale got down to use his Stand, only to gasp when it turned out Mista had fired two bullets. The second bullet hit Sale in the throat, knocking him off the truck.

"Damn it," Mista said as he checked his gun, "I spilled the rest of my bullets! Now I only have four left!" "That's it!," Rarity said as she pulled Mista onto the top of the truck and applied two slaps each to his left and right cheek. Mista freaked out. "Did you just slap me four times!?" "I just slapped you four times," Rarity said, "If you can't get over this silly superstition, which I should mention makes more sense in China or Japan than Italy, then there's no way you can beat this asshole!"

Mista sighed. "Fine... I saw you eat one of those four cake slices without any ill-effect, so I guess I can try it just once." He loaded his gun and pointed it at the driver. "Keep going to the marina, I have a friend there." "No, make him hit the brakes," Rarity said, "The guy's right in front of us now. He must have used his Stand to hop along some rubble in midair." Sale started tapping one of the bullets that had followed him. "Just a few taps, and I can store enough kinetic energy in the bullet to send it flying at them."

The bullet went flying, but Rarity threw up a crystal wall that stopped the bullet. 'Shit, it's like this woman can alter luck,' Mista thought, 'Maybe I can trust her with this...' He fired off three shots in rapid succession. To his shock, while one of them was deflected by Kraft work, the other two hit right where the bullets in his throat and head were. Rarity then focused a few crystals on those locations to stun him further before moving to attack. "CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO CARO! Che caro tesoro!" Unable to stop the attack due to losing consciousness, Sale was knocked into the cliff-side, unable to keep fighting.