Bruno's bare feet touched the ocean waters. He didn't go any deeper since he was still wearing normal clothes. But he meditated where he stood, taking a deep breath in, smelling the sea. It didn't smell like coconuts or something sweet. It was a rotten stench like something died because something did die. A fish that washed up on the beach. Two starving cats fought over it.

Bruno stopped meditating and looked at the cats. A tourist with a camera started filming the fight. Another one looked at the fight and found it amusing. Eventually, they gathered a crowd. Bruno sighed and left, going to his boat where it was quiet. He dried off his feet first and put on his shoes. Before he could get on, a guy who looked like a walking carrot stopped him.

"Hey!" he panted. "Hey, stop!"

He tried to catch his breath.

"What is it?" Bruno asked.

Oddly, this guy looked familiar, but he couldn't remember.

"Um, I don't have a boat, and I'd like to go fishing. Is that okay?"

"Sure," he answered, "but it will cost you."

The guy frowned.

"I'll pay," said a man. Bruno and the green-haired man looked at the guy who was wearing white. He had a white hat, and his eyes were green. "I'd like to go fishing too."

Two strangers? On his boat? Bruno tensed up.

"Just fishing and only fishing, correct?" He wanted to make sure it was only for that purpose.

"Yes," the man in white said. "I'll be studying them once I return home. I'm a marine biologist."

"Wow," the green-haired man commented. "I'm just… a fisherman."

"Interesting," Bruno replied. "What's your name?"

"Jotaro Kujo," the marine biologist answered.

"Pesci."

"I'm Bruno." He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to give them his actual name, but these people didn't seem bad. If they were up to no good, he could probably take them on in a fight. "I won't make any other trips. You'll fish and then we'll return later."

"Fine with me," Jotaro replied.

They all got on Bruno's fishing boat. If anything happened to him, he could text or call his team. Just in case, he texted Fugo that he was on a fishing trip with two people. Bruno then steered the ship away from the beach.

The ocean was calm, and there was hardly any noise except for the seagulls. Bruno could finally reflect in peace. He sat in his seat and took a deep breath. However, instead of relaxing, he was tense again. He sighed. This boat was the same boat his dad used the day he got shot. He clenched his fists. He looked at the two men on his boat. The two were sitting quietly and fishing as they said. Pesci's bucket was empty, which caused him to frown. He almost looked like he was about to cry. The marine biologist collected colorful fish. If Bruno's dad were alive, he probably could've named each fish. That thought caused Bruno to sigh. Seeing that Pesci hadn't caught anything, he joined the two, catching fish for him.

Once the sun began to set, Bruno returned the boat to shore. He handed Pesci his catch, but the other refused. Jotaro paid Bruno for the fishing trip.

"Sorry," he said, "but I can't take it. It's your catch. It doesn't change the fact that I caught nothing.

The two left, leaving Bruno alone, or so he thought. The cat that was fighting over the dead fish approached him.

Bruno knelt and said, "Didn't win?"

"Meow."

He handed the cat the fish he caught. "You're lucky that the guy didn't accept it."

The cat brushed against his hand. In response, Bruno patted him on the head. Its fur wasn't as soft as a housecat, but still soft.

"Meow."

"Maybe you can stay with me for tonight."