🪄You🪄

We all hung on tight to whatever we were closest to while Mr. Joestar steered the plane downward to the ocean. From the turbulence, I could feel the pressure push up my insides and God, it hurt.

"Okay! Brace yourselves! We're about to land-!"

I held on to a rail that bolted into the wall as the turbulence just got worse and we crashed onto the surface of the water. And think I was going to lose my lunch if we don't get of this plane soon. Using the planes intercom, Mr. Joestar was able to call for help and a few near by boats and helicopters came to the rescue. Once we were back on land, we saw that we landed in Hong Kong, China. We had no choice but to stay here until we found a new form of transport to get to Egypt. But I was sure Mr. Joestar could handle that part.

While Mr. Joestar made a phone call, Jotaro, Avdol, Kakyoin, and I were waiting across the street for him to finish and we could get out of here. But I guess we'd still have to wait at least a while for things to be arranged. I sighed as I rubbed my stomach. I was feeling a little hungry and I think the man running a street food shop noticed.

"Hey there, little lady." I turned my head to face the man. He was a tubby looking guy that was already sweating from the decent heat of the day. But the aroma coming from his shop smelled good, so I heard him out. "You and your friends aren't from around here, are you? Want some rice porridge?"

"Porridge?"

"That's right. Can't come to Hong Kong and not try our rice porridge and dim sum. We have some hot cola too."

"Hey, not bad." Kakyoin smiled. "Did you guys know, unlike in Japan, rice porridge is a staple food in Hong Kong. To some, it's quite a delicacy."

"Really? Then I'll have one." I asked the kind store owner."

"Make that two," my redhead friend corrected, "the popular way, with pork and century egg, if you have it."

"Ooh, that sounds good! Make mine like his, please?"

Avdol was also about to order some food, until Mr. Joestar stopped us. "Hey! You people think we have time to eat? We're going to my old favorite place. You can wait to stuff your faces there."

The shopkeeper noticed him immediately as he offered the old man his hot cola. However, Mr. Joestar seemed offended by it.

"Hot Cola? That's blasphemy! Everyone knows it's supposed to be cold." Sir, don't insult someone else's food culture. Though, he was right. Cold Cola is way better.

"Old man, who were you just callin'?" Jotaro asked his grandfather, changing the subject.

"Hmm? Oh, that. I'll explain when we get to the restaurant. Be patient. We need to work out a plan that'll get us to Egypt as safely and quickly as possible. More users are bound to come after us, and that could cost lives."

Avdol nodded. "I agree with you. We can't allow any more innocent civilians to be hurt because of our failure. The quickest way was by plane, but that's out."

"Indeed."

"Uh, guys?" I interjected, "I don't think we should speak about this out in public." I tilted my head referring to the porridge man. "Let's head to the restaurant and we'll think of something then."

Jotaro then chuffed at me. "You just want to go eat, don't you?"

"Okay, yeah, I do. But, seriously. It still isn't a good idea to be talking about our mission with pedestrians hearing everything we say."

"She's right. Come on, the restaurant's this way."

Cut to the restaurant, we were seated and waiting for our waiter. And since Mr. Joestar requested for a table furthest from the other patrons, we had enough privacy to talk about our following plan.

"Okay. I think we're in the clear. Now to task at hand. It's now become completely impossible to fly to Egypt. If we encounter a Stand user like the last one on a commercial flight, we'll cause disaster, one that will harm many people and might kill many more. With that in mind, we'll have to get to Egypt by either land or sea."

"I hear you," Avdol added, "but if we fail to find Dio within 50 days..."

The table became solemn as the same idea came to our minds. How could it not? None of us wanted anything bad to happen to Mrs. Kujo. If we don't find this Dio guy, she will die. I looked over to Jotaro and I could tell he was trying to keep that thought in the back of his mind but to no avail.

"Hey, we'll make it. Nothing will come to Seiko."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I'm not." I admitted to the delinquent. "But focusing on the bad will do no good for your mom. I'm only trying to be positive."

"A refreshing way to lift our spirits, (name)." Kakyoin patted my shoulder and I smiled.

"Very. It is too soon worry about it, though." Mr. Joestar winked confidently.

"So, you have a plan already?"

"I do. One hundred years ago, Jules Verne wrote "Around the World in 80 Days," a story about a man who travels 40,000 kilometers in 11 weeks using nothing but trains and steamboats. We may not have a plane, but we still have 50 days. We'll be able to travel the 10,000 kilometers to Egypt. As for the route we'll take..." Mr. Joestar then pulled out a folded map and laid it out on the table. "I say we go by sea. We'll charter a suitable sized boat, go around the Malay Peninsula, and cross the Indian ocean, "a silk road of the sea," as it were."

"I believe that is best as well," Avdol agreed. "Crossing by land could be difficult, and we'd have to cross the Himalayas or the desert. If we ran into trouble, we'd lose a lot of time. There are too many dangers."

"I haven't been to any of those places using either route before, so I really don't know." Kakyoin followed, "I'll leave it up to the two of you."

Jotaro nodded, "same here."

My brows furrowed at the plan. I get incredibly sick if I'm on a sea vessel for more than an hour. I was able to keep it together when we were on the plane in the water, but this? I don't think I'll make it. God, just thinking about it made me sick. No! Snap out of it! You're doing this for Mrs. Kujo. Suck it up!

"(Name)? What about you?"

"Uhh, y-yep! I'm all for it."

Jotaro then squinted his eyes at me. "then why do you sound unconvinced? What, can't handle a little water~?" This motherfu-

"Oh, yeah." Kakyoin caught on, "you did look a little pale before we made it on land. Do you get sea sick, (name)?"

Everyone then stared at me for a response, to which I began blushing out of embarrassment. "I get A LITTLE sea sick. But if it's the fastest way to get to Dio, I'm willing to go along with it."

"Then, it's decided. Now the greatest danger that we'll face will be the Stand users that Dio sends against us. We'll have to do our best to get to Egypt without being spotted."

🌠 Jotaro🌠

With the plan all figured out, we finally had the chance to read the menus. Though, I couldn't read half the shit on the paper flaps and don't think anyone else other than Jiji and Kakyoin could read them either. I suddenly stiffened when I heard a subtle clank coming from the table. It was Kakyoin opening the lid of the teapot we had, he noticed and chuckled.

"Don't be so jumpy. This is just to let them know we want more tea." He began to educate me. Good grief. "If you do this in Hong Kong, they'll usually bring you more within a few seconds."

Then, just as he said, a female employee of the restaurant came by with fresh tea and poured him some, then she poured into (name)'s cup.

"Also, anytime the server pours some tea into your cup.." he tapped the table twice with his finger, "tap the table. It's a way of saying thank you."

(Name) then grinned, "in that case." She copied Kakyoin by tapping the table too, and the server lady smiled at both of them before walking away. "I would've never guessed you were so well educated in foreign culture manners, Kakyoin."

"It comes from all the traveling I do with my family. Plus, it's nice that I get to practice the things I learned when I can."

(Name) rolled her eyes playfully. "Ugh. You've gotta tell me all about the places you've been to. I'm sure you have plenty of stories, same with you, Mr. Joestar and Avdol."

My grandfather chuckled at this, "I'd be happy to tell you everything I've seen over the years."

"I, as well." Said Avdol.

Their indulgence in (name)'s curiosities brought a beaming smiled to her face. She acted all giddy like she couldn't sit still anymore. I couldn't help but smile internally. I didn't know how or why, but her vibe was infectious. Even when things were feeling grim minutes ago, (name) was able to give us hope. Her words actually brought me comfort in that moment. While I think she should've stayed home, it was nice having her come along.

"Excuse me, sorry to be a bother..." Suddenly, out of nowhere, a man with white, weirdly styled.hair came up to our table. "I'm a tourist from France. Could you help me out? My Chinese is a bit rusty and I'm having a hard time with the characters on the menu. Could you help me decipher it?"

To which I replied with, "you're annoying. Go away-"

"Kujo!" (Name) lightly smacked my shoulder as Jiji laughed.

"Come now, Jotaro, it's fine. Try to be nice to the man." He took the menu from the guy saying that he knew enough about reading the language and invited him to join our meal. "So, what do you want to order? Dish with shrimp? Duck? Sharkfin and mushrooms?"

No one really got the chance to choose what they wanted as he already called a waiter and ordered a bunch of random stuff. Once the food came around, most of us were hesitant. What was brought out were dishes made of rice, frog, clams, beef, and an full fish plate. Nothing really conventional to me, personally.

"This..is quite different from our order." Kakyoin said and I groaned.

"I knew this would happen. Dammit."

Meanwhile with (name) and the Frenchman, they didn't seem to mind what was brought to us. They just admired the food as a whole. Jiji laughed, insisting that the food would taste delicious, regardless.

"All right, everyone, dig in."

"You don't have to tell me twice!" (Name) said as she excitedly served herself some rice porridge and a skewered frog. "I have no doubts about the porridge, but I've heard from my brother that cooked frogs tasted like chicken. Time to test that rumor-" We collectively watched as the girl in our group took a bite from the frog. After chewing and swallowing the supposed delicacy, (name) hummed pleasantly while covering her lips. "Mm~ Yamato was right! This is amazing!"

The Frenchman then smiled, "well, I can't let this charming mademoiselle have all the fun," as he reached to serve himself his food.

Their reactions, I guess, was convincing enough for the rest of us to try the food before us. And to our surprise, they weren't kidding. This food was pretty decent. Nothing compared to how my mother cooks, though. While seeing how wrong we were, Jiji gave us a sly smirk.

"Ya see that? And you were worried! Hahaha!"

"Well, they've certainly taken a lot of time to prepare this. It's almost artistic.." the Frenchman picked up a carrot with his chopsticks. "Take these carrots for example. Cut into perfect, little stars. In fact, it reminds me of something..." We all suddenly froze at his words. "I remember now, someone I know has a mark. A birthmark just like this on the back of their neck. Know anyone like that?"

"Are you another.. enemy?"

🪄You🪄

When I stopped mid-meal, I glared angrily at the man we welcomed to our table. If this french-fry hoe makes his next wrong move and ruins the food, I'll end him myself! Inevitably, he did just that. On the table, the main bowl of hot porridge bubbles and bursting out, the Frenchman's stand is revealed. Well, not fully. What came out was an arm holding a long rapier sword and it swung at Mr. Joestar as his first target.

"Mr. Joestar, look out!"

"It's a Stand!"

I didn't know how yet, but thankfully the old man was able to catch the attack with his left hand. Avdol then took action by summoning his Stand, Magician's Red. He ended flipping the table over along with the food now being ruined. My food... Avdol's stand sent a fiery attack to our new foe, but it didn't work. The Frenchman's Stand caught the flames with its sword and redirected it into another table that had also been knocked over from the commotion. The flames then singed themselves around the table rim as numbers on a clock, for reasons we would hear in a minute.

"My Stand is the Chariot card and it's name is Silver Chariot!" Wow, really? I thought to myself, sarcastically. "Mohammed Avdol, it seems I will be disposing of you first. I've carved a burning clock into that table. Before that clock strikes 12, you will be a dead man-"

*Whoop-TCH!*

The table was then suddenly destroyed by a forceful crack of a whip. The group of men gasped, but they all -except the Frenchie- figured out it was my doing, or more over, my Stand's.

"Nuh-uh, you ruined my meal..."

They all turned to me as I was still in my seat, unmoved. Wand Nova was hovering in a bit in front of me but everyone could see the fury in my eyes.

"Do you have any idea on how badly you fucked up?" I got up my seat and slowly walked in front of the crusaders. "..I'll let you fight Avdol in a minute, but only if... you get through me first.."