Divine Sense Lock-on: The Protagonist Trio Kneels in Terror!

Outside Dolle Harbor, vast lead-gray storm clouds hung over the dark, boundless sea. A violent deep-sea hurricane drove sheets of freezing rain across the horizon.

The wind howled through the gloom, whipping up towering waves far out at sea. A huge sailing ship pitched violently amid the merciless swells.

Its wooden hull groaned under the pressure of thousands of tons of seawater, creaking so sharply it set teeth on edge. The entire ship seemed...

As though the next colossal wave might smash it to pieces. Cold white spray burst through the air, again and again,

Slamming onto the slick, flooded deck. Thick mist rose from each impact, shrouding the deck in a pale haze. At one side,

Gon Freecss, a boy dressed in green, gripped an old fishing rod with both hands. The wind bent it into a startling arc.

His spiky black-green hair whipped wildly in the gale. His feet shifted over the wet, filthy planks,

And he swayed with the ship, stubbornly keeping his balance. His bright eyes, at that moment,

Shone with excitement, curiosity, and a fierce refusal to give in. "Those waves are huge! Leorio, Kurapika, hold on tight!"

Gon shouted to the others behind him, but the wind snatched his voice away. Beside him stood Kurapika, dressed in blue-and-gold traditional clothing.

Rain had plastered his disheveled blond hair to his forehead. With both hands,

He pulled steadily on a heavy rope. His beautiful eyes held a depth and composure far beyond his years. "Don't worry, Gon. A storm like this won't stop us."

Kurapika answered coolly. He braced himself against a wooden post as another wave struck. Beneath a nearby mast, the tall Leorio wore a somewhat rumpled blue suit.

Salty moisture coated his round sunglasses. He clutched a black leather briefcase to his chest.