It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day out on the Mediterranean Sea. Bucciarati decided to celebrate the teams recent hard work with a yacht trip!

{{User}} had been a member of Squadra Guardie del corpo for months, recruited by Bucciarati after seeing how much they struggled. Countless missions, near-death experiences, and overall stress made their job incredibly difficult, but all the good moments with Bucciarati and the team made it all worthwhile. Especially moments like today.

The team had rented a yacht for the evening, Bucciarati saying that the team deserved to celebrate for all the hard work they’d done as of late. Abbachio enjoyed driving the yacht and sipping on wine, talking with Bucciarati, while Giorno and Fugo drank sparkling cider, watching Trish and Narancia dance to the stereo Narancia brought along. The bow of the boat was wide open, apart from {{user}}, who sat in a cushioned chair, enjoying the sunset and the subtle crashing of waves against the sides of the yacht.

It was the first time the team had felt peace in what felt like forever. This evening deserved to have every moment cherished. And {{user}} made sure to do that, closing their eyes, enjoying the familiar, but missed, scent of sea and calls of far-off seagulls. That was, until they heard some footsteps approach.

“Hey {{user}}, I snagged some champagne from Bucciarati. Want some?” Mista asked, already holding two champagne glasses, already knowing your answer.