A Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Naples, Procida Island.

A remote wooden house.

In the morning, the sun rises.

Polnareff slowly opened his eyes and stared blankly at the dilapidated ceiling.

Last night, he had a dream.

Dreaming about many old friends.

The living and the dead.

He didn't speak, but struggled to prop up his body with his left arm and moved little by little to the wheelchair next to the bed.

Was planning to go get something to eat.

Suddenly, there was a heartbreaking pain in the right eye socket!

Polnareff covered his eyes with his hands and endured in silence.

Until the pain subsides.

"Huh~"

He took a deep breath and forced out an extremely ugly smile.

"How could I be defeated by this difficulty?" Polnareff whispered to himself, "When we meet again, we can't let those guys look down upon us."

The house is not big and there are not many things.

Apart from the bed, there was only an old-fashioned hanging stove and a rough wooden table.

Polnareff pushed his wheelchair, picked up a can from the corner where the food was piled, placed it safely on the table, and then summoned his substitute 'Silver Chariot'.

"Please." He said softly.

The whole body of the 'Silver Chariot' was dim, and it nodded imperceptibly. After aiming for a long time, he successfully cut off the lid of the can with the edge of his sword.

Polnareff breathed a sigh of relief.

Since being severely injured by Diavolo, he not only lost his right eye, right hand and legs, but his mental strength has also been greatly reduced.

The ‘silver chariot’ that once made it as strong as an arm is now

Alas, just don’t say it.

There was no power or water, and there was a lack of food and clothing.

Polnareff has survived all this.

Looking at the 'arrow' hanging on the bedside, he pursed his lips.

No matter what, we must not let Diavolo get the 'Insect Arrow!

Morning time is always boring.

In addition to meeting necessary physiological needs such as eating, drinking and going to the toilet, Polnareff spent the rest of his time tinkering with a half-used radio station.

He found this thing at a flea market on the island.

The 'Passionate' organization is powerful, and Diavolo's 'eyes' are everywhere in Naples. With communications under control, this was his only hope of contacting the outside world.

However, Polnareff was not a professional after all, so he could only make random repairs based on intuition.

"If I had known better, I would have studied more back then." He looked regretful.

If a top student like Jotaro or Kakyoin were here.

"Really, what am I thinking about?"

Polnareff hit his head with his calloused left hand.

Putting aside Kakyoin, if Jotaro was here, why bother contacting the outside world? He could just go to Diavolo's house and block the door.

After all, that guy was a man who had defeated a vampire!

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside the house.

At the same time, a strange voice came into my ears.

"What door are you knocking on? Get out of the way and leave it to the professionals."

enemy?

Polnareff's eyes were sharp, and his expression was so gloomy that he almost shed tears.

With a thought, he summoned the 'Silver Chariot'.

‘Squeak’

It was obviously well locked, but under the influence of some strange force, the wooden door was inexplicably opened.

An unknown black-haired young man walked in from outside.

Seeing Polnareff, a look of surprise flashed across his face, "I finally found you!"

"So what if you find me?" Polnareff sneered and pointed forward, "Silver Chariot, attack!"

Just before the stabbing sword of the 'Silver Chariot' was about to penetrate the opponent's forehead, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in Polnareff's ears.

"Polnareff, stop!"

Polnareff was stunned for a moment, and was stunned by the attack of the 'Silver Chariot'.

Jotaro, wearing a white trench coat, strode into the house. When he saw Polnareff sitting in a wheelchair and losing his legs, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Jotaro!"

Polnareff's eyes widened in disbelief.

Then, he gritted his teeth and said: "It's a good try, but unfortunately, I won't be fooled by you!

Silver chariot, attack! "

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Jotaro lowered the brim of his hat so that others couldn't see his expression clearly, "Do you think I'm fake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the 'Platinum Star' appeared behind him.

Polnareff, who had a fierce look on his face just a second ago, fell into a daze, "Are you really Jotaro?"

Jotaro nodded.

After pausing for a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. I found you."

"Jotaro" Polnareff called his companion's name.

After coming back to his senses, he laughed and said, "Ah~ I'm so embarrassed, I let you see how embarrassed I am."

Jotaro twitched his lips and pretended to be relaxed: "You can rest assured about this. I remember your embarrassing appearance clearly in my mind."

"Forget it, you bastard!" Polnareff pretended to be angry and slapped the armrest of his wheelchair.

At this time, Joseph was also helped into the cabin by Josuke.

Polnareff said in surprise: "Mr. Joestar!"

"Polnareff!"

Seeing the miserable condition of his comrades, every wrinkle on Joseph's face trembled slightly.

However, the tacit understanding between men allowed him to suppress his emotions very well, and said sarcastically: "OMG, how come you got into a wheelchair before an old man like me?"

"Well, hehe, there was a little accident." Polnareff scratched the back of his head with his remaining left hand.

Jon shook his head, thinking of Polnareff in his own world.

At that time, he, Bobo, and Abdel came to Naples and directly smashed Diavolo and his assassination team to pieces.

As a result, nothing happened to him and Abdel, only Bobo was seriously injured.

Just like Luofengpo, Italy is a dangerous place for Bobo. It’s better not to come here in the future.

Thinking of this, Jon waved out, "Rongrong, it's your turn to perform."

"Mr. Joestar, I have told you many times, my name is Giorno Giovanna."

Rong Rong walked into the wooden house reluctantly with a dark face.

Polnareff looked puzzled and asked, "Jotaro, who are these three children?"

Giorno is thirteen, Josuke is sixteen, and Jon is eighteen.

In the eyes of thirty-four-year-old Polnareff, he is indeed a child.

Jotaro lowered the brim of his hat.

Just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Jon waving his hand.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I put my legs, hands, and eyes on you."

As he said that, he looked at Rong Rong and said, "Use your 'golden experience' to help me?"

Giorno's expression remained unchanged, "I am a tour guide, not a doctor. I have no obligation to treat illnesses and save lives."

As if he had expected this answer, Jon shook his finger.

"I'll give you 100 million lire to heal the person completely."

Giorno was silent for more than ten seconds, then turned his head as if embarrassed.

"It's a deal."