Red Sea. December 27th, 1988.
[default: English / italic: Italian / bold: French]
After fighting their hangovers and crossing the Arabian Peninsula, our heroes made the choice to sail the Red Sea in order to reach Egypt. However, something was wrong, and the teenagers had noticed it: they were heading in the wrong direction. In fact, they were heading for an island. When Jotaro expressed his doubts, Joseph explained,
"I preferred not to say anything until then, but we are going to take a little detour before going to Egypt. We have to meet someone. Someone very important to our journey."
It was a small paradise island with fine sand and tall palm trees. Apparently deserted, it seemed inhabited only by local fauna.
"Are there really people on this island, Mr. Joestar?" Kakyoin asked.
"Our man is the only one living there. That's what he told me in India.
- Is he an acquaintance from India? Who?"
But his question remained unanswered as everyone's attention was suddenly caught by Jotaro who was pointing at tall grass.
"Guys, there's a guy watching us hiding in the grass.
- He's running away!" Polnareff exclaimed.
"This silhouette...
- ... Yes, we have already seen it before!"
Unable to believe what he had just seen, the Frenchman was the first to go and run after the stranger. After exchanging knowing glances, the others followed him. They came to a small farmhouse, where an old man was feeding his chickens.
"I can't believe my eyes, it's..." Kakyoin started.
"It's impossible!" Polnareff exclaimed, in shock.
"Wait", Joseph stopped them. "I'm going to talk to him. Everyone stay here."
He stepped forward and put a hand over his heart.
"My name is Joseph Joestar. The five of us are going to Egypt.
- Don't say anything and go away!
- ...that voice..." Polnareff mumbled.
"Don't talk to me! People only come to tell me bad news! I don't need to know about anything, shut up! And get off!"
The old man turned suddenly and threatened them with his index finger. There was no doubt that he looked exactly like Muhammad Avdol.
"M... Mr. Avdol!
- Get off!"
The man went home, slamming the door. Looking somber, Joseph announced,
"He is Avdol's father.
- His f-father?
- He turned his back on the world and settled on this island. If I haven't told you so far, it's because his peace could have been disturbed if Dio had heard of our detour. I did everything to avoid that. But telling him that Avdol is dead isn't going to be easy. I dread this moment."
(Y/N) was making every effort in the world not to smile having to face this formidable acting. Next to her, Polnareff tensed, his lower lip quivering. He would burst into tears any second. Joseph put a hand on his shoulder.
"Polnareff... It is not because of you that Avdol died."
(Y/N) glared at him. He was doing way too much. It was psychological torture at this point. And she really didn't like this little game anymore.
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