The Secret of the Unicorn ~ Tintin x Reader

'And you call yourself a Haddock?!'

Eleanor's POV

Rain crashed against the windows and I could feel the wind pushing against the plane, throwing us around a little. My head bobbled back and forth while I sat in my seat.

I watched as Haddock reached for the bottle of alcohol in the first aid kit next to me. Typical.

"No, Captain!" I swatted his hand away. "Those are surgical spirits for medicinal purposes only!" I scolded him. 

"Quite right, lassie. Quite right." He said. I handed him Snowy, knowing that he might need an emotional support animal more than I did. 

Just as Haddock took him, lightning struck the left wind, pushing it down and making the plane turn inverted. I screamed, holding onto my seat for dear life. 

"Tintin!" I screamed as I saw him hit the top of the plane.

"I'm trying!" He responded. He quickly pulled the throttle and flipped the plane back to normal. I could hear everyone freaking out in the back and I wasn't trying to freak out myself but I think I was long past that. 

I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings so I didn't see Haddock take the alcohol from beside me. What I did see was Tintin inclining our plane and then putting us into a vertical dive. I held onto my seat as I felt my body drifting toward the ceiling. The feeling that my stomach gave me made me queasy.

I saw the water approaching below and screamed once more. Tintin pulled back on the throttle, leveling it again and making me crash into my seat. Tintin once again put the plane in an incline for some reason.

Suddenly, the plane began to fall, not dive, fall. I once again drifted away from my seat, my head hitting the ceiling. I grabbed onto Tintin's shoulder as he did something, making the plane level out again, and putting me back in my seat. I felt so sick. 

I heard the engine of the plane begin to stutter. "No, no, no..." Tintin pleaded from the front, tapping on one of the dashboard levels. 

"What's happening?" I called out. 

"The fuel tank! It's almost empty!" Tintin responded. "I don't know what to do!" He pleaded, still tapping on the gauges.

I quickly put my brain to work, thinking about what the problem was and how to solve it. The problem was no fuel which meant the solution is to have a replacement or create one - my mind clicked. Ethanol.

"This may sound crazy but I've got a plan." I said. I looked beside me for the bottle of spirits but it wasn't there, I looked back and saw it was in Haddock's hands - he must've caught it when we were falling. 

"Good, you've got it! The alcohol in that bottle may create the ethanol we need to give us a few more miles. I need you to climb out of the plane and pour it into the fuel tank!" I instructed him. 

"She's right! Get a parachute!" Tintin added. 

"Christopher Columbus!" Haddock cried as he nervously clipped the parachute on. I could tell that he was wishing he was back, captaining his ship, and that none of this was happening. 

He got out of his seat and opened the door, which swung open against the strong wind. He quickly backed up and closed the door again. 

"There's a terrible storm out there." The captain began to make excuses. "And... it's raining." He breathed out. 

"And you call yourself a Haddock?!" Tintin questioned him, turning away from the front to look him in the eye. 

That comment seemed to work since the look on Haddock changed, He huffed and stood taller as he went over and opened the door again. He stepped out only to scream, disappearing from our sight.