The Adventures of Tintin. (fan made) (UNDER EDITING)

Escape The Karaboudjan

Tintin and I kept close to the Captain as he began to lead us through his boat. He open a door and as he stepped through, I heard him say, "We have to reach a locked door at the end of this corridor. This is gonna be tricky."

Following him, Tintin asked a question. "You wouldn't happen to be related to the Haddocks of Marlinspike Hall, would you?"

Turning towards him, Haddock furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you ask?"

Tintin answered. "Well, it's for a story we've been working on, an old shipwreck that happened off the coast of Barbados. A man o'war. Triple masted. Fifty guns."

As we passed a hallway, Haddock stopped suddenly and with a smooth pivot, he raised his arm level with my fiancé's chest and as Tintin tried to walk past the sailor, Haddock forcefully pushed Tintin back against the wall and held him there firmly. "What do you know of The Unicorn?" The man said with a low tone.

Unsure of what to do, I just watched the banter as Tintin answered.

"Not a lot." He said. "That's why we're asking you."

Haddock's gaze only became more intense as he spoke. "The secret of that ship is known only to my family. It's been passed down from generation to generation. My granddaddy himself, with his dying breath, told me the tale."

"And?" Tintin asked.

"Gone." Haddock said as he started to let us go.

I raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

Letting go of Tintin he looked at me as he began to walk past and toward another door. "I was so upset when he kicked the bucket, I had no choice but to drown my sorrows. When I woke up in the morning, it was gone. Forgotten it all." He said as he walked away to open a door.

"Everything?" Tintin questioned.

"Every last word."

"Well, there has to be someone else in your family that remembers the story. Maybe we could ask them." I spoke.

Shaking his head, Haddock began to explain as he stood on the first few steps of a stair case. "Sir Francis had three sons. All but my bloodline failed. I am the last of the Haddocks."

"Did you say three sons?" Tintin asked, eyes lighting up.

It looked as if he was about to answer but was cut off by the sound of a door opening at the top of the staircase. With little time used, all four of us rounded the stairs and crouched down under them.

Tintin was crouched in between the Captain and I while I was the closest to the rusty metal wall. Snowy took his position at our feet as we all looked through the stairs, carefully watching the three crew mates that climbed down them.

The first one spoke, "A bottle of rum for whoever finds Haddock.

Another one said with a greedy chuckle. "And we kill the boy and sleep with girl. Hope I find them first."

Snowy began to snarl at the man's words but Tintin was quick to quiet his dog by covering his muzzle the instant any sound emerged. I held my breath, praying that the men didn't hear the sound. But they did.

"What's that?" One spoke as he turned quickly around and pointed his AK up the stairs. I couldn't take another breath until the man's colleague called out to him.

"Aah, you're hearing things." He said.

"Quiet, Ali." The man snarled. He turned back around and stepped into the hall, checking down both ways for anything that could have made the sound that he heard.