𝐛𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐲 // 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬

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The moon marked the time to be about 9:00 PM.

It was the last glimpse of the outside desert until you had completed your journey across the Red Sea.

If they were going for secrecy, they were going to get it.

There was nearly no other place in the world that you loved as much as the Red Sea.

It was beautiful, and living on it for time in your life taught you how fruitful and important it was to everyone else who lived on it.

You climbed onboard, Jotaro following behind. You take a seat at a table near the front of the ship.

Muhammad sits down at the control board in the front.

"Wait a minute," Polnareff grabs the back of Avdol's chair and leans over him. "You're telling me you can steer this thing?"

"Yes," he replies. "It's not a problem for me whatsoever."

Polnareff looks shocked, "Wow!"

"And he's not the only one!" Mr. Joestar interjects.

"NO!" You and Jotaro yell in unison.

"Don't even think about it," you say.

"You're not putting us through another crash," Jotaro adds.

Mr. Joestar puts his hand on his hip, "you two sure seem to be in foul moods."

"So this is a submarine," Kakyoin's eyes investigate every detail of the ship. "I have to say, I'm surprised. I thought it would be more, well, militaristic."

"Me too," you agree.

"It's nice, right?" Mr. Joestar boasts, "It's what rich folks use when they need to escape for a while. They take vessels like these and use them to explore the sea floor for pleasure."

"Mm-hm," you yawn, head hitting the table.

You promptly fall asleep.

You wake up about an hour later, finding everyone but Mr. Joestar gathered around the table, gossiping.

You listen for a moment, catching the conversations about Mrs. Joestar.

"So are you saying that-" Kakyoin gets cut short by Muhammad.

"She doesn't know a thing."

"Mrs. Joestar has no stand, and she doesn't know a thing about them," you add. "She thinks Muhammad and I are Mr. Joestar's business associates, and she thinks Jotaro's here to learn the ropes of the family business."

"As if," he complains.

"There's no need to worry her unnecessarily, especially not about things she wouldn't understand," Avdol picks up.

You hear Mr. Joestar ask for Rosas.

"Who's Rosas?" Polnareff asks.