Ch. 11
Easy Evil

DECEMBER 2ND, 1988
07:29
HONG KONG CHINA

Everyone had woken up early in the morning to head out to the port. According to Joseph, the ship they were chartering was one from the Speedwagon Foundation. The crew would be composed of only SPWF members and nobody else. It was a very smart move to rely just on the company that not only helped the Joestars in the past, but the rest of the world in general. When they reached the port, Joseph pointed out to a large vessel that brought to mind a pirate ship, only made out of steel.

"Is this really it," asked Noriaki. "It might just be me, but this ship is really big."

"Of course it is," said a smiling Joseph. "We need a powerful vessel to cross these treacherous waters."

"I thought the sea route would have been the safest," asked Della.

"I said it was the best route. It's no safer than on land, to be honest. The worst we would have to deal with is the weather. Lord willing, it will be a smooth sail. Now, we will be making a stop in Singapore first before continuing. It will take about three days to reach there. Until then, we can all relax aboard the ship. Speaking of relaxing, Joutarou, Kakyouin, you're not going to be wearing those uniforms the whole time, are you?"

Joaquín turned to his brother and Noriaki. It was only now that he noticed that they had worn their gakuran the entire time thus far. Noriaki shrugged and smiled "We're students. We have to look and act like we are. But I'd say that's a bit of a stretch." Joutarou harumphed in response.

"You guys sure are weird," added Joaquín, shaking his head at the Japanese youths. "Well, if you guys end up burning up, you only have yourselves to blame."

Before they boarded their ship, a voice spoke out. "Monsieur Joestar. May I ask you a very bizarre question?"

It was Jean Pierre. They had bumped into him on the way to the port, where he had waited to thank them for freeing him of Dio's hold two days ago. He had followed them to the port, and it became obvious that he was the same as he was when he had the bud on him, except less conceited and not at all murderous. The entire time he was with them, he hadn't smiled. Something was bothering him, and it seemed to be every time he looked at Joaquín's grandfather. Or rather, his hands.

"This may seem nosy of me, but I noticed that you haven't taken off your gloves the entire time we've met. Even when we ate. Your left hand wouldn't happen to be a right hand, would it?"

"My left hand a right hand," asked Joseph confused. "That's an odd question. Why do you ask, Polnareff?"

Jean Pierre looked serious as his eyes locked with Joaquín's grandfather's, but he had no true malice in them. It was an odd question, but it felt innocent enough. He's got a good point, really, thought Joaquín, glancing at his grandfather's gloved hands. He's never taken them off. What kind of person keeps their gloves on for so long? Maybe he's got some nasty scars from his battles years back.

The Frenchman then gave his reasoning for asking. "I am looking for the man who murdered my little sister. I have never seen his face, but I know that both his arms end in right hands."

A chill seemed to run through them all. In Joaquín's mind came the image of a burly, twisted man, laughing and flaunting deformed hands with his back turned to him. He wondered if the others imagined the same thing. Joseph didn't answer Jean Pierre verbally, instead deciding to take his glove off to show him. Much to everyone's surprise, except Joutarou, there was a completely robotic hand mounted onto his arm.

"I lost my hand almost fifty years ago in battle," said Joseph. "This hand is a reminder that I should never underestimate my opponents… I'm sorry, but I'm not the man you're looking for."

"No, I am sorry. It was rude of me to interrogate you like that." Jean Pierre turned his back to them, looking over at the ship. He sighed and began his painful story.

"It was three years ago on a rainy day. My sister and her classmate were walking home from school along the French countryside. They came across a man, who waited at the end of the road with his back to them. What made him strange was that the rain didn't hit him at all. It went around him as if he had some transparent dome covering him. Then, the classmate's chest was cut open as if by some razor-sharp whirlwind. As for my sister, she was raped and killed. I suppose that was his only purpose for being there...

"Her friend barely survived to tell the tale. While she hadn't caught his face, she saw how he had two right hands. Nobody would believe her tale. But I did. Because I knew this man had a similar ability just like me."

"He definitely sounds like he's got a Stand," said Joaquín, who was disgusted that such a man could exist.

"I swore!" He turned around, his eyes filled with tears and determination. "Ever since that day, I swore to find that man and take my revenge! Only through his death can my little sister Sherry rest in peace and dignity! My Stand will give him exactly what he deserves!"

Joaquín knew where he was coming from. As someone who lost a loved one, he wanted to get revenge for the fallen as well. But he also knew that type of thinking would get him nowhere. Killing the man who had done you wrong would not give one true peace. Unless this man is as wicked as he makes him out to be. Then Jean Pierre's revenge can easily be justified. And he knew that even if they tried, there was nothing Joaquín or anyone else could say to make him reconsider.

"And then," continued Jean Pierre, "last year, I met him. The man known as Dio. I was doing some personal investigation that led me to Egypt. He brought me in and showed me what was in my heart. My sister's killer. He knew the pain I had in my heart. He told me he could help me. Dio had been looking for people with Stands, but as to which kind, I don't know. I was scared, but he was so... convincing. I couldn't help but join. Eventually, he sent me to hunt after you all."

"It is because of those flesh buds that Dio is able to creep into the hearts of good men such as you, Polnareff," said Mohamed pensively.

"I agree," said Noriaki. "But from what I can gather from your story, perhaps Dio has found this man and made him a member of his group. You did say he was looking for Stand users. If the man with two right hands really is one..."

"Precisely." Jean Pierre hitched the duffel bag he had brought to the port over his shoulder. "Which is why I have decided yesterday to join you all to Egypt. If you truly are hunting Dio, and if my hunch is right, then I am bound to find Sherry's killer."

There was a brief silence, which was broken by some giggling women approaching them. They were tourists, judging by how they were dressed Joaquín saw that they were looking only at him and his brother, holding cameras and blushing ear to ear.

"Hey there," said one of them. "I'm sorry, but can you take a picture of us? We'd really appreciate it!"

"Can we also get them signed," said the other.

Joaquín chuckled nervously while Joutarou looked annoyed. Neither of them felt comfortable around such fawning women. Looking beside him, he caught sight of a rather annoyed Della. Looks like she doesn't like these girls either, he thought. Don't worry, Della. I got this. He turned his attention back to the tourists and apologetically said, "I don't exactly wanna take a picture of people I don't know. Sorry girls."

"Please," the girls asked in whiny voices.

"YAKAMASHII," yelled a now aggravated Joutarou. "Go bug someone else for a photo!"

Not the best response, but I guess that'll work.

"Hey, hey, I can take your picture if you'd like," gestured Jean Pierre as he stepped in front of the girls. To everyone's amazement, his serious demeanor devolved into a cheery and charismatic one. He took their camera and began taking pictures of them. Mostly of their legs, Joaquín noticed. "Such beautiful women like you deserve only the best full body shots. Heh heh. I wanna push my way into your pretty hearts like I push this button."

What a ham, he thought exasperatedly. It's like he's a completely different person. I've never seen anyone change moods so quickly. Man… is this what happens when you think with your dick rather than your head?

"Yare yare daze," the brothers muttered in unison. It took a second for them to realize they said the same thing. They both looked at each other in surprise, Joaquín breaking out in laughter and Joutarou cracking a small smile. Perhaps they had a bit more in common besides looks and strength.

~+JO*JO+~

They were miles from China now. The boat they were on was surrounded by nothing but an almost endless expanse of clear, blue sea. Joaquín, who was leaning against the railing of the ship, was almost mesmerized by the sight. He now understands why Joutarou was interested in marine life. Seeing the azure waves reflecting the beautiful sky around them, he couldn't help but wonder what truly lied beneath, even though he already had a good idea.

Joaquín stretched and adjusted his trunks. He had changed to something more comfortable and appropriate for the environment he was in. Just a simple pair of black trunks accented with blue flames at the legs. He turned to look at the others who were on the deck. Joutarou and Noriaki were on reclining chairs, the latter reading a book. His grandfather was talking with Mohamed on the other side. Jean Pierre was leaning against one of the railings himself and Della was below deck.

None of them but his grandfather had changed.

Since there was nothing to worry about for the time being, Joaquín decided now was a good time to ask Jean Pierre exactly why he was in Egypt. He knew that Noriaki was on vacation and Mohamed was working in his homeland. So what lead him to travel there in the first place? There was no real need to ask a personal question like that, but he was curious. He walked over to the Frenchman and called out, "Bonjour. Am I saying that right?"

"Oui," said Jean Pierre with a smile. "You look ready for a swim."

"I might in a bit. The water does look pretty tempting. Wanna grab some trunks and join me?

"I would, but I'm not in the mood for a swim. Not yet, anyway. So, anything on your mind?"

"Actually, yes. It's about what you said yesterday, about Egypt. Sorry if I sound nosy, but why'd you go there? I know you mentioned some sort of investigation."

Jean Pierre turned around and leaned back, his eyes resting upon the almost empty sky. "Joaquín, do you know what it's like to wake up to change? To feel like home is no longer home? It's like waking up in a completely different world where everyone has lost their minds. Nothing is as it seems anymore as violence and drugs plague your hometown. Reports of paranormal activity tied to these crimes are published every other day like some plague. A plague of Stand users who were never born with a Stand."

"Like me and Abuelito," said Joaquín. "Sorry, please continue."

"It began two years ago in January. After Sherry's death, I tried looking around my hometown for any information on the man with two right hands. Nobody knew anything, but they did note an increase in strange activity and violence lately that may be tied to her death. So I looked into this, and what I saw disgusted me. People I had known all my life, turned to a life of crime with new-found powers. Friends gripped with a crippling addiction to drugs. It was horrible. Nobody could help them. Except me.

"I can't tell you how many users I had to fight to knock some sense into. Each one I beat, I asked what they knew about Sherry's killer and the crime wave. No luck in either field. But over time, I learned that this sudden spike in criminal activity spread throughout other parts of Europe. One man, whose Stand had been used to boil people alive with the water they drank, had given me a lead to Italy. He told me I would find answers with one of the mafias that had taken control of Naples."

"Who were they? It's not the Sicillian one, is it?"

"Passione. It's a fairly new mafia that formed that year. At first, people thought this gang was going to help Europe's drug problem. But that was a lie. They are the drug problem. The man I fought was not a member of the group; however, he did warn me about confronting them. Some of Passione was composed of Stand users, each one more merciless than the other. Disregarding his warning, I took my investigation to Italy, making sure not to draw any attention to myself. It was as difficult as you could imagine.

"So did you find out anything there?"

"Not until the fall of that year. I encountered one of their so-called capos. An incredibly big man named Polpo. He was a secretive man; it was almost impossible to find him." He stopped for a second and chuckled. "It's funny now that I say that because he's the biggest, fattest man I've ever met."

"How big," asked a humored Joaquín.

"Too big. I often ask myself how he could fit through any doors. Anyway, I found him after a while, and when I did, I cut straight to the point. I told him everything I sought to do: primarily stopping their crimes, but also find out exactly what brought them their rise to power. The man laughed and refused to tell me anything. Until I 'persuaded' him with Silver Chariot. He mentioned nothing about the crime waves, but he did give me a small hint as to where I should go next. Take a wild guess as to where.

"Egypt," answered Joaquín. "Guess that explains why you were there. You were trying to find the source of your country's problems. But you didn't find anything, did you?"

"Sadly, you're correct. My investigation was put on hold when Dio approached me." Jean Pierre crossed his arms and sighed. "But now that I'm free, I'm thinking about going to Egypt again to continue looking. More than anything, I want to discover who and what brought about such chaos in Europe and bring peace back to my homeland."

This man really is noble, Joaquín couldn't help but think. Say what we want about him ogling girls, he knows where his priorities lie. I really do hope he succeeds.

Joaquín smiled and patted his shoulder. "You're a good man, Jean Pierre. You take pride in your country. I like that. You know, if we make it out of this in one piece, maybe I could tag along to help out." He turned to look back at the deck, and what he saw next was almost heart-stopping. It wasn't anything bad, not by any means at all.

It was Della, wearing a red two-piece bikini that left nothing to the imagination. He never would have thought he'd see this much skin from her, especially since the most he had seen were those pale legs whenever she wore her large shirts to bed. She was smiling as she approached, her hair undone and fanning out behind her like a brown curtain. She looked stunning, and it was taking Joaquín all his willpower not to gawk at her like a fish.

"Hey guys," she said nonchalantly. "What do you think? I saw you change and I figured you and I could go for a swim, Jojo."

Jean Pierre let out an impressed whistle. Joaquín just kept looking at her before he shook his head and stammered, "G-G-Great. You l-look incredible."

"And you look very handsome yourself." That comment made him blush. He had heard that often from others, but it was the first time it ever came from her. "Still didn't answer me, though. Swim or no swim?"

He shook his head again, taking a moment to gain his composure. "Sure! Why not? Let's go swim!" And with that, Della ran off. Joaquín smiled and ran after her. He called over to his grandfather, "Hey, Abuelito, we're going for a swim!"

"Just be careful of any sharks out there," warned Joseph casually. Sharks were the least of his worries as the two jumped over the railing and dived into the warm waters below. They swam underwater for a short minute before resurfacing. Upon doing so, Joaquín was splashed by Della, who giggled like a little girl. He didn't retaliate, but he did have a huge grin on his face. It was good that they finally had a moment to have some fun, however brief they had.

And how brief it was. For when he swan alongside his friend, he saw something over her shoulder. It was thin, sharp and darting at her. A shark! He didn't say anything as he pulled her aside, a bit rougher than he wanted to.

"Ow, Jojo", she exclaimed. "What're you-"

"¡Toma!" Preciosa phased outwards and threw a heavy through the water. Flying out of it was the shark, bleeding from the impact. It splashed several feet away from them. Though the danger passed, Della held onto Joaquín for safety. He looked down and smiled. "It's okay, Della... You think I'm gonna let something like that spoil our-"

His eyes grew wide. There was another thing past Della's shoulder, but this time, it was no shark. Glowing from the water's surface were several yellow eyes, resting over a large, fish-like figure. There was nothing in the world that existed like this, so it had to be...

"Stand!" He grabbed Della and swam quickly towards the boat. His own Stand soon grabbed them both jumped out of the water onto the hull. He managed to stick on with his fingers and feet, hopping along to the deck as fast as he can like a frog

"J-Jojo, whats going on," asked Della in a panic.

"We have another Stand user! He's on the ship!" They managed to climb back aboard, Joaquín panting and letting go of his friend. When he looked up, he saw that his group had another problem. Between them all, there was a young girl with long hair clumsily brandishing a pocket knife at them. She didn't look like a Stand user at all, but Joaquín knew they should still be careful.

I'm gonna have to test her. He stood up and helped Dela to her feet before approaching. He made sure that Preciosa was visible for her to see. If she can see it...

"You punks wanna talk or fight" cried out the girl, poking the air intimidatingly with her knife. Everyone, even Joseph but barring Joutarou, looked amused. "Huh? And what the fuck's a Dio? Sounds like a dumb bike brand! Come on, bring it! My knife is just begging to taste its 340th victim's blood!"

Noriaki tried to bite back his laughter as Joaquín and Della reached them. "What the hell's going on here," he asked, still panting from his escape. The girl turned to him, but her eyes held no surprise. Looks like I'm wrong, he gratefully thought, for he could not see himself fighting a little girl at all.

"It's a stowaway," said Joseph sternly. "I made it perfectly clear that we did not want anyone else aboard this ship except for the crew. And you know exactly why."

"Why are you guys hung up on a little girl who can't even see a Stand?" They all looked shocked for a moment, now having noticed Preciosa at his side. "I can tell when someone can or can't see a Stand, and that girl can't. Besides, I don't think someone like her could control what almost attacked us."

"You were attacked," asked Joutarou unsurprised as he lit a cigarette in his mouth.

"Yes. It looked like a swamp monster. I almost thought it was another shark, cause we almost got attacked by one too, but no. I took Della and hauled ass back up here." He looked at the girl for a moment before turning to his grandfather. "A stowaway is the least of our problems right now. I think the Stand user that tried getting us is aboard this ship.

Joseph shook his head, but he did not look as if he hadn't thought about this. "Every man aboard this vessel has been verified," he said thoughtfully. "But we have no way of proving they are safe. Stand users aren't exactly open about their abilities…"

"So that's the stowaway, huh?"

Approaching them and dragging the girl into his grip was their rather burly captain, Darryl Tennille. He was tall and imposing, a man with tired blue eyes and short blond curls upon his head, chin and over his upper lip. He gripped the struggling girl's knife hand away from him. Rather tightly if her whines of pain meant anything.

"I have a very strict policy against stowaways," he said in his hardy baritone. "Girl or not, I have to make an example, otherwise this ship would be getting even more urchins like you." The knife dropped from the girl's hand, but he still held the struggling girl. At this point, she was verbally protesting, almost on the verge of tears. Joaquín felt an uncomfortable urge to break his hands.

"That's enough," protested Della, who couldn't stand watching this either. Tenille looked up at her, his eyes not showing any emotion in them at all. But he did let her go. The girl ran over to her and immediately hid behind her. "That was very harsh of you! She's just a little girl!"

"That may be, but you seem to forget that this is my ship. I establish the rules here. Until we reach port, she'll be kept under bars in the cabin."

"Captain," said Joseph in a firm tone. "Let me ask you something. Did you do an accurate background check on all 10 sailors on this ship? Forgive me for asking, but my group and I have been attacked several times. I just want to be certain of our safety, is all."

"Of course. I made no mistakes. All of them are veterans aboard this vessel with over ten years of experience. There's no need to worry about any attacks, Mr. Joestar." He then approached Joutarou and suddenly snatched his cigarette out of his mouth, pointing it at him. Neither's expression changed. "By the way, smoking on deck is prohibited. What were you going to do with the ashes and butt, toss them into this beautiful sea? You might be a guest aboard this ship, but you will obey the rules, minor."

And to everyone's shock, he put out the cigarette against one of the pins on his hat, right before stowing the butt into the pocket of his gakuran. Joutarou made no reaction whatsoever, but Joaquín could see in his eyes that he felt suspicious about the captain. Just like he did. As the captain walked away, Joutarou suddenly barked, "Hold it!" Tennille stopped and turned back to him, the stowaway back in his hands.

"Had you told me to put my cigarette out, I would have done so without question. So stop acting like you're such a big-shot, you octopus-faced prick."

The captain looked almost offended. As did Joseph, who reprimanded Joutarou. "Hey, don't be rude to the captain, Joutarou! You're the one at fault here!"

"Hmph. I know I was rude. But his little stunt made me realize that this guy isn't the captain, but the same Stand user that tried attacking my brother and Della."

Everyone looked shocked at the sudden accusation. The captain looked confused, unaware of what he was talking about. Mohamed then spoke up in disbelief. "But… that is impossible, Jojo. Captain Tennille was introduced to us by the Speedwagon Foundation. His identity was confirmed by them. He is a trustworthy person. The chances of him being a Stand user is a clear zero."

"Didn't you hear what jijii said? We can't just trust the word of people who can't see Stands."

"Wait a moment, please," said a scandalized Tennille. "I have no idea what you're going on about. What's all this talk about… What was it? Stands?"

"Jojo, you may have a point, but you can't just make careless guesses like that," said Jean Pierre.

"Joutarou, you got a way of proving that," asked Joaquín, his tone steady and his eyes on nobody but the confused captain. He really wanted to see just what he had in mind to weed out a Stand user.

"Of course. And it's the reason I've been smoking our whole trip. It's how I found out how to figure out who's a user. And that is, if one inhales even the slightest amount of tobacco smoke," Joutarou touches his nose slightly, "a blood vessel shows up on the tip of their nose."

Everyone except Joaquín and the confused girl touched their noses in shock. Jean Pierre frantically demanded, "You can't be serious! Please tell us you're lying, Joutarou!"

"Yeah, that's right. However, it looks like we've caught our idiot"

There was a collective gasp as everyone turned to the captain. He had touched his nose as well. Joaquín felt something boiling inside him. It wasn't so much that he was a Stand user, but rather, because his friend was almost hurt because of him. The captain, having been revealed, took off his cap and chuckled.

"Clever," he said, his voice now sounding more relaxed and cool. He didn't seem too bothered that his cover was blown. "Very clever. Yes, I'm not the captain. Dio sent me here to kill you all. The real one is resting in Hong Kong's seafloor."

"Maldita sea," growled Joaquín. "You better prepare yourself, cabrón, because when we're done with you, you're gonna be resting in the hottest pits of Hell!"

"Heh… I don't think so…"

There was a sudden scream from behind them. They all turned and saw something blue and scaled spin through the air and land on the railing behind the impostor. It was large and dark blue, covered in pale armor that exposed its scaly skin. Upon its head were four yellow eyes and a large, crimson mark that looked like a splash of blood.

And swiping into its arms was-

"DELLA," cried out everyone.

"Troubled waters! Lies and betrayal! And fear of the world of the unknown! These are the qualities of the card "The Moon". This is Dark Blue Moon!" Della struggled to break free, but the grip around her was too strong. "I wasn't expecting seven of you. I can't exactly afford to hide anymore. I was going to get rid of you one by one, but given that I've been exposed, I guess I'll have to take you all on at once."

Now Joaquín was fuming. He had captured Della. And he knew he had no intention of letting her free. That didn't stop the dangerous growl of, "Let my friend go, you freak," escape his lips.

The impostor smirked. "I don't think so. You see, I plan on taking her with me into these shark-infested waters. Perhaps give my Stand a little feast. And I know you'll just dive right in after me. Six against one in my own playing field? Heh. You don't have a chance. That's what I predict, anyway." The oversized fish had turned, preparing to jump. "I heard your Preciosa is fast, but Dark Blue Moon is fastest underwater. Would you like to prove me wrong? You're more than welcome to try."

"I don't need to try. I know I'm faster than you!" Both he and Preciosa rushed at the captain. They tackled the fake captain and Stand at full force, the man reacting too slow to jump off on his own. Preciosa ripped Della from the Stand's arms and threw her away from it as the two users went over the railing into the sea below. He immediately began punching at every part of the impostor he could see. He wanted to hurt him. He wanted him to bleed.

I'm going to make him pay for touching Della!

But as he punched him, he felt his punches slowing down. It had nothing to do with the water, but some other force, as if his arms were being covered by something heavy. He felt himself growing weaker. When Joaquín turned back to Preciosa, he was shocked to see barnacles growing on his arms. He didn't pay attention to when his Stand was fighting. He must have gotten them from touching Dark Blue Moon. At least, that's what he assumed.

The fake Tennille chuckled through the use of his Stand. "You've entered Dark Blue Moon's dominion, fool," he said with a smirk. "How do you like my Stand's ability? Just one touch and you become covered in barnacles. And there's nothing you can do to stop them from multiplying and sapping your power. You may as well just accept death, kid."

Did the fake captain truly think he was going to beat him with just barnacles? He had no idea who he was dealing with. If he didn't have Preciosa, Joaquín would sill be able to kick some serious ass. After all, he was not a normal man.

Before he had dived in, Joaquín had taken in a deep breath. He knew that, if something happened to Preciosa, he could just use his hamon to strike him down. Seeing that his Stand couldn't fight at the moment, he had the perfect opportunity to do this. With a focused exhale, he felt warmth throughout his body. Sparks began emanating, shining brightly for the confused impostor to witness. All of his power was focused into his arms.

"CRESCENT AZUL OVERLOAD!"

Joaquín crossed his arms with whatever strength he had left. A fast and sharp crescent wave of hamon-infused water rushed directly at the captain. As before, he was too slow to react. The blade made its mark and sliced open his neck, leaving him in total shock and pain. He tried saying something as he vainly tried to stop the profuse bleeding, but his voice was muffled by the water. There was nothing he could do to stop the biting ocean water from filling his lungs now.

As the captain slowly choked before him, Dark Blue Moon faded away. The barnacles on Preciosa's arm broke off, his strength slowly coming back. Joaquín approached the dying captain and coldly looked at him. He was very tempted to unleash his Stand on him, to punch him straight to hell. Anyone who touched his best friend deserved to be beaten into oblivion. But just this once, he decided not to finish the job. There were better ways to dispose of trash.

The sharks could see to that.

Your little prediction didn't come to pass, he thought with contempt. Trying to make a prophecy in front of a prophet? You're ten years too late for that one. Have fun sleeping with the fishes. And with that, Joaquín turned and left the captain to his impending demise.

~+JO*JO+~

"What would happen if you stored the memories and Stand of one person into another?"

"Then, like me, they would be able to read those memories and use that Stand. Their control over the Stand may not be as proficient as the original user, but the fact of the matter is that they can use it. However, there is a limit. On a fundamental level, only one disc can be inserted at a time. Even if you were to force more, the most that could be inserted is five... If I may pry, why do you ask me this?"

"... There might be a method to reach heaven.

"... Hey now... Don't make such a queer face. This 'heaven' I speak of is a heaven of the mind. A place where your spirit shall head to... I do not mean for you to die, however. The power of your spirit... It is necessary for it to evolve. The place where it shall ascend to is what I mean. That is where I believe true happiness lies... Within that 'heaven' I hope to reach.

"I understand that happiness cannot be achieved through invulnerability, riches, or standing at the apex of men. However, the true victor, the one who achieves true happiness, is the one who sees 'heaven'… I shall reach it... No matter what sacrifice I must make...

"... And what kind of method is this, specifically... Dio?"

~THE FAKE CAPTAIN DARRYL TENNILLE (1940-1988): RIP. DINNER FOR THE SHARKS~