TINTIN-Three Unicorns Unite. -COMPLETED

Red Rackham.

No One POV:

Another bark... and another...

And finally the flashlight was shone at Snowy who stood above the hill.

The soldier climbed up the hill and saw what the white dog wanted.

"Good dog!" He said before he and his men wend down the hill. He knelt down next to Captain and saw him breathing.

"This one's alive, check the others!" He said and pointed at TinTin and Malory.

"Yes, sir." Another soldeir replied and ran towards them.

"Oh no..." He murmured when he saw Malory's dark purple shoulder.

"We've got an injured one! We need to get her to a medical assistance immediately!" He yelled and picked Malory up.

Malory POV:

"Company, halt!" I watched as the group of soldeirs stood in their place, doing everything in unison.

"I'm Lieutenant Delcourt. Welcome to the Afghar Outpost." The man who've walked TinTin and I around the soldeirs' camp told us.

"Thank you, Lieutenant. We owe you our lives." TinTin said.

"Really." I added as I massaged my FIXED shoulder.

How did I fix it? Well, let's just say that Nurse Azelia of the Afghar Outpost has the worst way to wake people with dislocated arms up! My shoulder was purple because the arm has been putting pressure on an artery for a whole day which caused a lack of blood stream into my heart and almost a necrosis that would've, offically, lead to my death.

But luckily, Nurse Azelia was able to restore my hand back in the socket! But she warned me that I might feel it sometimes in the future and that from now on I'll be able to pop the arm in and out... as I said, lucky, right?!

"Did you find our friend too?" TinTin asked as he was now walking backwards infront of us while I looked at Snowy, examining a camel and laughed a little when Snowy backed away in fright because the camel lowered its' head on him.

"Yes, but he's not in good shape, I'm afraid." He told us as we stopped next to a cabin that looked like the one I stayed in to get fixed, "He's still suffering the effects of acute dehydration. He's quite delirious. Why don't we pay him a visit?"

He openned the door and there, on one of the beds, sat Captain with a glass of water in his hands.

"Haddock! You're awake. Good! I have visitors for you." Delcourt said as he moved aside a little and pointed at us with his pipe.

"Captain?" I asked unsure because of the oblivious smile he was having.

"Hello! I think you've got the wrong room." His smile turned into a frown while he said it.

TinTin and I switched confused looks before TinTin got up the courage to step closer with me following not too far.

"Captain, it's Tintin. And this is Malory. Our plane crashed in the desert. Don't you remember?" TinTin asked.

"Plane? No no, I'm a naval man myself. I never fly if I can help it. He's got me confused with someone else." He told Delcourt in a way that with how he was holding his glass of water reminded me so much of the rich people in the parties my parents and I, unfortenately, went to, telling me their boring stories about animal hunting and fancy things they've bought.

Delcourt hummed through his holding pipe mouth.

"What is this peculiar liquid? There's no bouquet. It's completely transparent." Captain asked as he examined his drink.