The Intersecting Stars - A JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Fan Fiction

The Wagon Incident

Heads up from the author while I'm writing I'll be using slang from the different eras the various parts are set in. So I'll mostly only be doing this for when I'm in Phantom Blood (possibly Battle Tendency, less so with the other parts). Though when I do use the old fashioned slang I'll have a little translation at the end of the chapter of what it means so it doesn't mess with the flow of the story as much (I hope). If I forget a word or phrase let me know and I'll add it down below (goes for any chapter I'm doing this). Let me know if there's any issues with this. Certain chapters will also have some original art so be on the lookout. Also there is some swearing, nothing that crazy. There will be mention of dog abuse (briefly). But this is a Jojo's Bizarre Adventure Fanfiction and I don't know what Araki has against dogs. Trying to keep it both to a minimum. You have been warned. Anyway onto the first chapter.

England
January 1870
A Port in London

Speedwagon's Point of View...
     It's a tough life living on the streets as an orphan in these parts. I've seen a lot of different sorts living in the slums in my six years. From the stuffy snobbish nobility, to then lowest scum these streets offer, and even a few genuinely good, caring souls. Those lot are few and far between, though it ain't always easy telling them apart just yet. Being as young as I am. Some folks are easy enough to read though, to a degree. It was hard enough to get anything decent as a kid round Ogre street being as small as we were since most of the adults weren't concerned with us orphans. Hell, even the bloody felines would scoop up puppies and eat them like it was nothing. If you didn't have someone looking out for you, you'd likely get bloody stabbed.

     Today though, me and a couple of my mates Tattoo, and our oriental friend decided to go to get some fish at port some distance from our normal stompin' grounds on Ogre street. Hopefully we'll be able to steal some fish or somethin' from Old Man Crawford. Nasty old bugger. Didn't enjoy when we swung by before and Old Tom would give us a couple of fish and his leftovers. Says boys our age should be being coddled by our mothers, nipping at their heels instead of bugging hard working fisherman. We were determined to get some of the fish that was brought in earlier today as payback, rotten scoundrel he is. Though it'd be difficult if we were spotted. Avoiding the old coot is essential. He's got eyes like an eagle. So it might put us in a spot if he sees us. We have to avoid the others as well, but the rest of the lot of them are easy enough. Having a dust up ain't what were were hoping for with a bunch o' burly sailors.

     The plan was for Tattoo and our mate to distract the lot of them while I sidled on up to one o' the barrels of fish and grab as much as I could manage 'fore I bolted to the meetup. I got into position as my mates split up and started getting the lot of them's attention. Once it seemed like most of the lot ran after the others or off to the call the coppers; I started off towards the barrels grabbing one of the iron crows to bust one of them open.

     Suddenly I heard voices close by so I dove behind some of the barrels that were grouped together gripping the iron crow if I needed to batty fang someone to get out of here. When out of the blue there was a redhead chap I'd never seen before with odd eyes hiding behind the barrels with me. I almost clobbered them too if they hadn't caught the damn bar I swung at them then shushed me. The bloody nerve of this one. I almost forgot I was hiding myself when they gave me a stern look and had me in a headlock covering my mouth. Just then I heard Old Man Crawford just on the other side of the barrels.

    "Iffin those two brats are around here that means the other one that's normally with them too can't be that far away. Probably after our fresh haul of fish. Keep searchin' for him." The lad held me still covering my mouth so it'd be less likely we'd be caught. Though just as the old man was about to head elsewhere along the docks something else odd happened. Some sort of dog or wolf looking thing popped out of a barrel of fish not too far away and had a couple o fish in it's mouth. Looked mighty fierce and ready to bolt. Wait a second (I thought to myself). Does that darn mongrel got a couple of bags on him? Filled with enough fish to make a stuffed bird laugh? Is he looking this way? He nodded at either me, maybe the other boy or both of us? What even has this day turned into?