The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

The Black Island 2. (Final)

Of a broken arm of a monster and the arms of a stranger.

Malory POV:

The water was now up to our torsos and I could no longer see the entrance.

"We'll drown like rats in a hole!" Tintin declared once the water reached our necks.

"Wait, where's Snowy?" I asked, looking around and fearing the worst.

A chain of barks from deeper inside the cave made us look over. Snowy was crouching down and peeking at us from a dry spot as if calling us over.

He found a way up and out!

"Good boy, Snowy!" We swam over and climbed after him just in time.

"That was a bit too close!" Tintin sighed in relief as continued up.

"I know. Everything's starting to make sense now. Muller and his friend probably spread the rumors about Ranko to keep people away and then they used him to take care of the few brave enough to come here!" I told Tintin as we kept climbing up, judging by the hight, I'm guessing we're climbing all the way back to the castle. Must've been a secret passage back in the day.

"Used him?" Tintin questioned.

"I saw him, Tintin! He ran away when Snowy barked at him like a little child, his whole demeanor changed right after that until Puschov pressed him to attack us again. The poor thing must've been so lonely up here without friends and family and is just looking for compassion..."

My voice died down after the last part and Tintin peeked over and smiled at me in sympathy, to which I return a weak smile.

We've finally reached the end of the trail and on the cave wall infront of us was a little hatch into a room. Another familiar voice came from there.

"...Absolutely perfect!"

Muller! I turned to say something to Tintin but he quickly hushed me and signned to just move quietly towards the hole.

"It's a beauty... Just look at the detail!" Muller said to Ivan, who was now wearing new clothes, both admiring a bank note of England's bank. Probably a fake one, knowing them and judging by the big copy machine that stood next to them.

"Excellent job!" Muller finally praised and Tintin and I nodded at eachother, deciding it was time to make ourselves present.

"HANDS UP!" We said in sync, scaring the two and making them raise their hands as we jumped out of the hole and Tintin quickly grabbed the pistol that was on the table.

Muller had the guts to turn around and look at us.

"Tintin and Malory!"

"Aw look, Tintin, he knows our names!" I smiled as I grabbed the rope that was hung on the wall.

"Well, Muller, you've got nowhere to run to now!" Tintin said as we approached them.

"Ugh! Not so tight!" Muller complained as I pulled on the ropes, tighting the know.

"Oh I'm sorry, does it hurt you?... Don't bother to answer, I don't care. And I'll have this back!" I reached for Ivan's back pocket and took out my switchblade, "And if you'll ever take this again, those ropes won't be what would hurt you the next time!-"

"Malory!" Tintin cried in horror.

"Too much?" I asked with a nervous smile.

"A little..." He admitted but still grinned as he turned to the crooks, "Sorry Muller, but you're not giving us the slip this time!"

Snowy, who stood in the corner, growled at them once more as if to make amends for losing them before and I couldn't help but chuckle.

"Good boy, Snowy." I reassured him as we left the crooks and looked at the printer.