The fear of the ocean

Jotaro looks up. The sea is flat, the tide low and the waves are weakly splashing onto the shore. He turns around, treading water, staring at the man by the shore. Kakyoin watches as Jotaro bobs with the waves, his gaze soft, but behind his eyes was something akin to fear, dark and gloomy.

Jotaro just wanted to take his hand, and drag him in.

After all, there really was nothing to be afraid of.