It took Murasa an oddly long amount of time to find the address. The Human Village had so many twists and turns, all the houses looked the same, and not to mention the quality of Keine's handwriting.

'Jeez... I'm a sailor, and even my handwriting is neater than this.' She thought, more worried about Keine's patience than the state of her possible future crew.

Eventually, though, she found the house, and with a deep breath, she gave a confident knock on the door. To her surprise, it was not Keine who answered. It was a tall, blue haired man, who loomed over Murasa in quite a threatening way.

"Ah, hello there! Ms. Kamashiwara!" he shouted in a soft british accent, "You have a visitor!"

He turned back to Murasa, and gave her a quite unexpectedly warm smile.

"Oh, do come in. It was not my intention to leave you in this muggy weather."

Murasa gave a hesitant 'thank you', and reluctantly entered. Sitting in the front room were a group of 7 people. They looked human enough, though their style of dress was otherworldly. A lanky teenager in a black coat seemingly stared her down, but instead addressed the man behind her.

"Oi, shut the door. You're letting all the mosquitos in."

Something about this rubbed her the wrong way. The young man was a hard one to read, as his expression was constantly one of either inherent disdain, or pure blankness. She couldn't tell.

"Um... well, this IS Kiene's house, right? I haven't seen her around, and we have something important to speak about."

No sooner than when she finished her sentence, Keine came into the room, balancing dishes on top of a hot pot. The tall brit immediately rushed to her aid, despite her protests. After setting the dish down on the table and muttering a thank you to her eager helper, she addressed the seven people sitting.

"Is Jonathan the only person with manners out of you? Did any of you bother to greet our guest?"

They all issued the captain a terse greeting, and Keine turned to her with a sigh.

"This, Captain Minamitsu, is your potential crew. Including dear Jonathan, of course. I can go fetch you a log book, if you'd like? I am under the impression that records and such are very important to sailors, are they not?"

"Y-yes, thank you." she said while kneeling to sit.

As she looked over the eight people in front of her, she took note of each and every one of their facial expressions. They all varied heavily, and yet still had a sense of familiarity about them.

"W-well, I should introduce myself, shouldn't I? I'm Murasa Minamitsu, proud captain of the S. S. Palanquin. It is a pleasure to meet you all. May I have your names, as well?"

They all whispered amongst themselves, and finally the enormous brit piped up.

"I am Jonathan Joestar. I ask you to please excuse the manners of my relatives. They are still quite wary of this new world."

A chipper man with wild hair and a bright scarf spoke next, in an easygoing british accent.

"Joseph Joestar, at your service! And might I add, you're quite the looker, darlin-"

Before he could finish his sentence, the disdainful teenager from earlier smacked him in the back of the head. He then spoke in a gruff voice.

"Jotaro Kujo. You're kind of... wimpy, for a ship captain."

Murasa rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the next person, another teenager with an even wilder hairstyle than Joseph's.

"I'm Josuke Higashikata. I don't know all that much about this sailor stuff, but I don't mind helpin' out!"

Something told Murasa that she was gonna like him. He seemed honest and hardworking. A boy who looked no older than 15 with golden hair spoke next.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance as well, Miss Minamitsu. I am Giorno Giovanna."

He had a slight accent as well, but she couldn't quite place it. Somewhere in Europe, definitely. A girl with hair buns and the same disdainful expression as Kujo was next to introduce herself.

"I'm Jolyne Cujoh. Nice to meet you, or whatever."

She wasn't as terse as Jotaro, but her tone still worried Murasa. She hoped that those two wouldn't give her too much trouble. Second to last was a blonde young man in a wheelchair.

"Johnny Joestar, here to please. 'M not sure how much help I can be, though."

Murasa gave him a wry smile. Every sailor is important to the crew, no matter what holds them back. He'd probably be the most useful of them all. The last person cracked a huge grin, revealing a quite evenly spaced gap in between his teeth.

"I'm Josuke Higashikata too! Though, they all call me Gappy."

Before Murasa could respond, Keine had returned with the logbook. She dropped it in front of the captain, and handed her a rather nice ink pen.

"Pardon my interruption. I hope this fine group of humans makes a good crew for you. As for myself, I shall be turning in for the night. Please don't forget to do your chores. Divide them amongst yourselves evenly, for goodness sakes. We don't want another incident."

They all nodded in agreement, then focused back onto the captain. Murasa clasped her hands together and gave a bright smile.

"So! As Kiene has probably told you, I'm here to recruit crew members for my ship. This is purely a-"

"As much as we appreciate your generous offer, we're trying to get home. That's our main concern right now. Unless you can get us there, then we'll have to kindly decline. This freaky world is nice and all, but we have family waiting for us." Jotaro interjected.

Murasa panicked internally. She COULD get Yukari to send them home, but that would mean she'd lose her crew. But, she wouldn't have them in the first place if she didn't meet their demands. Their expectant stares caused her to fidget like a freshly caught fish.

"Um... well, I can, there's just.. One problem. The person who can get you back... Isn't here right now! We haven't seen her in a while, and nobody knows her current whereabouts. If you join my crew, then I can guarantee that you'll not only get home safe and sound, but also faster than you would sitting around here in Keine's place." Murasa stammered.

Once more, they whispered and mumbled among themselves. It seemed to her that they were either all related in some way, or a very closely knit group of friends that happened to have a few common links. Either way, all their decisions were made as a unit. Murasa appreciated this dynamic they had, as it was important for the line of work that they might involve themselves in if things went her way. The whispering continued on for ages, and after what seemed like forever, Jonathan once more spoke.

"Miss Minamitsu, we have decided to take you up on this opportunity. My descendants and I agree that time spent busy is much more useful to us than time spent idle."

"Thank you! I promise, you won't regret this at all," she said, dropping the nervous sailor girl act. "Now, let's see... meet me at the dock by six o'clock in the morning, sharp. We set sail by seven. Anyone not on the ship by then gets left behind. No exceptions. Get some rest, crew. You'll need it."

Rising from her seat, she gave them a quick bow, and made her way out of the door. Before she left, she turned one last time, and gave them a piece of advice.

"Don't forget to do your chores. They'll be a lot worse on the Palanquin~!"