(I did not make this story, all rights go to Hirohiko Araki)
The two men stood there, peering at the edge of the water, the reel zipping as it heaved in something..
'Yes!'
'We finally pulled up the treasure chest that sank a hundred years ago!'
After heaving the hevy chest onto the deck, all three of the men stood there, huffing and puffing as they relaxed their muscles.
'Alright, hurry up and pry it open!' Said the skinnier, blonde one.
The man with the brown curly hair, pulled out his dagger, he hesitated, then said:
'Wait.. this is bizzare!..'
The others drew their attention back to the ancient chest.
'... It's locked from the inside...' He breathed.
'Who the hell cares!?' Screeched the fat one, 'Just bust it open!'
'Wait.. there's something carved into it..' He stabbed jabbed at the old, colorless coral, it shattered into pieces, revealing the text.
'D-I-O... DIO. Is it a name?
'
'Who the hell cares?!' Yowled the blonde again with frustration
'The Sun's going to set soon, if we don't open it now, then we won't be able to see anything!'
'Yeah..' He nodded. 'Alright, I'll get the blowtorch..'
'Lets say hello to our treasure!' Laughed the fat man.
