Leaving the ship, blocked

The next morning, the sea breeze swept across the deck, carrying a salty, briny tang.

Three landing boats waited alongside the ship, their supplies already loaded and securely lashed down.

Everyone on the Expedition Team had gathered on deck, waiting to set off.

Saitama leaned against the railing at the far edge, slowly eating from a packet of milk tablets.

He had already made a mental list of foods to try on the Dark Continent.

The Level-Four Thunder Deer came first.

What else was there?

Beyond had mentioned several level-five and level-six ingredients along the coast, much tastier than level-three ones.

Just thinking about them gave him something to look forward to.

Gon and Killua stood nearby, holding on to the railing and peering into the distance.

The fog was thick, leaving only a faint outline of the Dark Continent visible.

Enormous trees, towering mountains, and strangely shaped shadows moved slowly through the mist.

"Do you think there are really strong monsters in there?" Gon asked excitedly.

"Obviously." Killua rolled his eyes. "Of course there are."

Despite his words, anticipation shone in his eyes too.

Leorio crouched beside a landing boat, counting the medical supplies and muttering to himself.

Gauze, medicine, bandages, disinfectant...

He counted them one by one, going through everything three times before he felt reassured.

Kurapika stood at the bow, watching the continent's outline in the distant fog, his brows slightly drawn.

He had things weighing on his mind.

The Troupe was going to the Dark Continent too.

That mysterious sealed door deep inside the vault.

And the Kurta Clan's origins, the Food Luck recorded in the scroll, the Breaker.

This journey would not be peaceful.

"Mr. Kurapika." Genos stood beside him, a landing route displayed on his tablet. "Mr. Beyond said we're leaving in ten minutes."