TINTIN-Three Unicorns Unite. -COMPLETED

The escaping plan.

No One POV:

The dusk almost reached its' end as the Karaboudjan was already floating over the water, ready to sail the big ocean.

TinTin POV:

"Not here. Look your side." They kept moving me from side to side as I slowy started to regain conciousness. I tried to move away but I felt my hands tied up to a bar from the cage.

"Hang on. Nothing." A sailor, who looked a little Gitty to be honest, replied as he checked under my blue vest.

"Well, check that pocket, Tom." The kidnapper, who I learned called Alan, comanded as he checked my pants' right pocket for who knows what.

"No, I've looked in this one already, I'm sure of it." Tom replied.

"Well, have a look in his socks." Alan ordered as they both checked it, what could I possibly be hiding in my socks? Who are these people and why did they kidnap me?

"Have you found it?" A familier voice asked as it came closer to us.

"He doesn't have it." Alan replied as he let go of me.

"It's not on him, boss. It's not here." Tom answered as well as he let me go too.

"Not here? Then where is it?"

"Where's what?" I finally asked, trying to see where I was.

A slam on the cage made me jump and look up to meet Sakharine's face.

"I am tired of your games. The scroll, from the Unicorn." Sakharine came into the cage, pulling a scroll, familier to the one I've had, from the inner pocket of his suit, "A piece of paper like this!"

My eyes shot open in realization.

"You mean the poem?" I asked.

"Yes." He replied.

"The poem written in Old English." I kept clarifying.

 "Yes." He replied with a little excitement as he put the scroll back in his pocket.

"It was inside a cylinder." Tom and Alan switched looks of confusion as I kept saying what I knew.

"Yes." He said and leaned on the wall of the cage.

"Concealed in the mast."

"Yes!" Sakharine said with a hopeful smile.

I slowly smiled a little.

"I don't have it." I finished and shook my head.

With a quick move, Sakharine held out his cane for Alan to grab it but instead he took all the can down like a wrapper to reveal it was a sword before he pointed it at me.

I gasped a little in surprise as it pointed at my nose.

"You know the value of that scroll. Why else would you take it?" Sakharine inquired but I didn't listen as I started to realize something else.

"Two ships and two scrolls, both part of a puzzle. You have one, you need the other. But that's not it. There's something else." I said the last part as I looked up at him.

Sakharine moved the sword away and leaned down to my level.

"I will find it, with or without your help. You need to think about exactly how useful you are to me before someone else will get hurt, let's say... your little friend from the High Class." I stared at him as I simply, but deadly, said:

"She doesn't have it either... Don't touch her." Sakharine just smiled while Tom slided the sheath back on the sword.

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