The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Black Island. (4)

Dr. Muller.

Malory POV:

"We should be near Eastdown by now..." I informed Tintin as we came upon a crossroads before spotting something in the meadow around it.

"It's the plane!" Tintin said in realization as he hovered his eyes before we decided to apporach the wreckage and saw a police officer standing next to it. 

"Hello Constable! What happened to the pilot?" I asked him politely while Tintin inspected the plane.

"Don't know, Ma'am. We found this lot this morning. Pilot must've bailed out." He replied, gesturing at the once metalic bird before shrugging as his assumption.

"It's definitely the same plane, alright." Tintin told me as he looked inside for clues of who were the people who shot him. And frankly, I'd like to find it out myself and have a little chat with them...

Suddenly, Snowy barked not too far from us, looking at the woods.

"What is it, Boy?" Tintin asked as we hopped of the wing and followed him as he ran into the trees.

Soon enough, he stopped and stated digging, growling in concentration.

"What've you got there?" I asked excitedly, thinking that maybe our men left something behind.

Finally, he stopped digging and pulled out his find, looking at us with the same excitement I had for approval.

And we would've given it to him if it wasn't for the fact that his find was-

"A bone?!" Tintin and I said, me in dissapointment and Tintin in displeasement before he forcefully grabbed it from Snowy's mouth and pulled back his arm, "You brought us here for a bone?"

And after a few slight practiced, Tintin threw the bone as far as he could while I facepalmed at Snowy.

I guess we should have seen that coming, as much as this dog is brilliant like its' owners, he's still a dog...

The sweet, cheeky canine watched his treasure flying away before he started barking nonstoppingly and running after it.

"Snowy!" Tintin called for him, sounding and looking very unhappy.

Snowy came skipping towards us and barking happily, though.

"Now what?" Tintin asked, turning confused. But all Snowy did was bite down on the hem of my trousers, trying to pull me after him.

"If it's another bone..." Tintin warned as we followed him deeper into the grove to find something black tucked under one of the trees.

"A pilot's jacket! Good boy, Snowy!" I cheered as I picked it up.

"I wonder if there's anything in the... Bingo!" Tintin cheered as well after looking through the pockets before pulling out a pile of paper scraps with something written on them.

"Here, let me!" I asked as I took the pile and handed the jacket to Tintin before sitting down on the ground and starting to arrange the pieces.

The message that came out didn't make sense whatsoever.

"'Eastdown, Sussex.

Muller.

A triangle.

3 red lights.

24.

1am.'" I read as I put the last piece in its' place.

"I wonder what this means..." Tintin said as he knelt next to me.

"Whatever it is, it made sense to the pilots." I commented.