Pirate's Bizarre Adventure

Naples, Island of Procida.

A remote cabin.

Early in the morning, the sun rises.

Polnareff slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the dilapidated ceiling.

Last night, he had a dream.

Dreaming of many old friends.

The living and the dead...

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

I was going to have something to eat.

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

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

until the pain subsided.

"Whoo~"

He let out a long breath and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile.

"How could I be defeated by this difficulty." Polnareff murmured to himself, "When we meet again, I can't let those guys look down on me..."

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

Apart from the bed, all that is left is an old-fashioned hanging stove and a rough wooden table.

Polnareff pushed the wheelchair, picked up a bottle of canned food in the corner where the food was stacked, and placed it on the table securely, and then summoned his stand-in, the 'Silver Chariot'.

"Please." He said softly.

The 'Silver Chariot' was completely dim, and nodded indistinctly.After aiming for a long time, I successfully cut off the lid of the can with the sword.

Polnareff heaved a sigh of relief.

Since being severely injured by Diablo, he not only lost his right eye, right hand, and legs, but also his mental strength was not as good as before.

The 'silver chariot' that used to make it like an arm, now...

Alas, not to mention.

Power outages, water outages, lack of food and clothing.

These Polnareffs all boiled down.

Looking at the 'arrow' hanging on the head of the bed, he pursed his lips.

In any case, Diablo must never get 'Bug Arrow!

Morning time is always boring.

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

He found it at the island's flea market.

The 'Enthusiasm' organization is huge, and Diablo's 'eyes' are everywhere in Naples.With communications under control, it was his only hope of contacting the outside world.

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

"If I had known, I would have read more books back then." He showed a remorseful look.

If a talented student like Jotaro or Kakyoin is here...

"Really, what am I thinking about?"

Polnareff hammered his head with his calloused left hand.

If Jotaro is here, why bother to contact the outside world and go directly to Diablo's house to block the door and it's over.

After all, that guy is the man who once defeated vampires!

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

At the same time, an unfamiliar voice entered my ears.

"Knock on the door, get out of the way and leave it to the professionals."

enemy?

Polnareff's eyes narrowed, and his face was gloomy and water was dripping.

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

'squeak'

It was clearly locked, but under the action of some kind of strange force, the wooden door was opened inexplicably.

A young black-haired young man walked in from the outside.

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

"So what if you find me?" Polnareff pointed forward with a sneer, "Silver chariot, attack!"

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

"Polnareff, stop!"

Polnareff was stunned, and the attack of the 'Silver Chariot' was paused.

Jotaro, who was wearing a white trench coat, strode into the house and saw Polnareff, who was in a wheelchair and lost his legs, and his eyes turned red.

"Jotaro!"

Polnareff's eyes widened in disbelief.

Immediately, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's a good attempt, but unfortunately, I can't be fooled by you!

Silver chariot, attack! "

"Yah ah ah." Chengtaro pressed the brim of his hat so that others couldn't see his expression, "Do you think I'm a fake?"

After the words fell, the 'Platinum Star' appeared behind him.

Polnareff, who was still full of viciousness last second, was stunned for a moment, "Are you... really... Jotaro?"

Jotaro nodded.

After a few seconds, he said hoarsely, "It's all right, I found you."

"Jotaro..." Polnareff called out his companion's name.

When he regained his senses, he laughed, "Yeah~ I'm really embarrassed, I let you see my humiliating appearance."

Jotaro twitched the corners of his mouth, pretending to be relaxed: "You can rest assured about this. I clearly remember your humiliating appearance back then."

"Forget about it, bastard!" Polnareff pretended to be angry and patted the wheelchair assistant.

At this time, Joseph was also helped into the wooden house by Jousuke.

Polnareff said in surprise: "Mr. Joestar!"

"Polnareff!"

Seeing the tragic state of his comrades-in-arms, every wrinkle on Joseph's face trembled.

However, the tacit understanding between the men allowed him to suppress the emotions in his heart very well, and deliberately said sarcastically: "OMG, why did you get into a wheelchair before me, the old man?"

"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 of his own world.

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

In the end, nothing happened between him and Abdel, only Bobo was seriously injured...

Just like Luofengpo, Italy is a fierce place for Bobo, so if you can come or not, don't come.

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

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

Rongrong had a dark face and reluctantly walked into the wooden house.

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

Giorno is 13 years old, Jousuke is 16 years old, and Jon.

In the eyes of the 34-year-old Polnareff, it 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, the important thing is to put your legs, hands, and eyes on you."

Saying that, he looked at Rongrong, "Do me a favor with your 'Golden Experience'?"

Giorno's expression remained the same, "I am a tour guide, not a doctor, and I have no obligation to treat and save people."

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

"Take care of the people completely and give you [-] million lire."

Giorno was silent for more than ten seconds, then turned his head awkwardly.

"A word is settled!"