Golden Tears on the Angel's Wing

Chapter 11: Finding Polpo's Fortune

Eventually, after walking through the streets of Napoli, the team arrived at their destination. A dock lined with dozens of boats, or to be more accurate yachts, resting on the beautiful crystal blue sea. "So you meant we were going yachting?! That's awesome!" Narancia said, enthusiastically. Staring at the boats with stars glistening in his eyes.

"When did you get a hold of a yacht?" Abbacchio asked.

"We're renting one." Bucciarati stated as he walks towards the small rental shop belonging to the dock. Narancia's face completely fell when he realised that owning a personal yacht was nothing more than a pipe dream. "We don't get to keep it?" Narancia said, dispirited.

"Hey, Bucciarati. Do me a favour and stay away from yacht #4, okay? We'll sink to our deaths." Mista said with a grim tone. Aria tilted her head at him and hide her smile behind her hand. Her shoulders shook slightly. 'Mista is such a funny person.' Aria thought to herself. She wasn't why Mista hated the number 4 so much, but she thought that everyone has their unique quirk to them. Giorno gazed down at her and he couldn't help but smile at her. She has such the cutest laugh, he mused. "Relax. The yacht looks like it's in tiptop shape." Fugo stated. Overseeing the boat and saw that it was just in working order, neat, and well-maintained as the other boats. However, Mista and his irrational fear of the number 4, wasn't having it. "Shut up! If you like it so much, you take it!" Mista yelled at him.

The group head inside the rental shop and, while Narancia goes to gather some snacks, Bucciarati speaks with the man in charge of the establishment. "We like to rent a yacht if you don't mind." He says.

"Of course, choose whichever one tickles your fancy the most." The owner tells him.

"Just not #4...!" Mista said with an anxious whisper.

"I know." Bucciarati quickly says to the Tetraphobiac before turning around and pointing to the boats outside, telling the owner, "Alright, we'll take the one on the far left." Mista looked outside and nodded in relief and/or approval when he saw the boat's number. Good, good. They'll have a smooth, safe sailing trip now. "Certainly, signore. I'll fetch your keys."

"I'm interested in renting the craft for three days. How much?" Bucciarati asked the man. The owner was about to hand him the keys when he pulled back in surprised. "What? Oh, I can never take money from you, Bucciarati. Use it as you see fit." He tells him as he hands him the keys. Aria glanced down at them and tilted her head in confusion. How odd. The yacht they were renting was the second boat, so how come these keys have the number one on them? Aria raised her hands to speak, but she quickly put them down and gripped the ends of her dress. It was probably nothing. Maybe each key was the same and it didn't matter which key they give out.

"Grazie mille." Bucciarati says with a smile.

"Hey, old guy! Get over here and ring me up!" Narancia called out as he dumped several bags of chips, sodas, and other variety of snacks. Seems he's more of the childish type compared to the rest of the others, Aria mused as she smiled at him. Still, she thought that it was nothing to comment on too much as he seems to be just as funny as Mista since he is only seventeen. Not every teenager has to be serious all the time. After Narancia purchased his items, the team went to their rental yacht and climbed aboard, with Bucciarati taking control over it.

As they set sail to the vast open sea, Aria nearly jumped when the boat began to move. She had never been out on the water before, but her initial worry was quickly replaced with a sense of wonderment and she ran towards the front. She gripped the railing of the bow of the ship as the sea breeze moved her hair. Her smile widened and her ruby eyes began to sparkle as the boat swayed beneath her feet. Seeing the sunlight glistening in the ocean waters, feeling the breeze past her by, and smelling the fresh salty air... Aria took in a deep breath and exhaled a sigh of contentment. It was such an incredible experience. 'I wish my father was here to enjoy this with me. He often talked about wanting to spend a day at sea with me.' Aria thought to herself. Her once bright smile slowly faded to a sorrowful one.