Hi there! This is the first Fanfic I've written in a long while, and my first TinTin one at that so please go easy on me! Beta'd by my good friends B. and N. The Adventures of TinTin was created by Hergé, and does not belong to me.
Rating: T for drinking and fluff moments later on
Updates: I'll try and update this story with a new chapter each week. Please be aware that this could change due to school and unforeseen circumstances. Reviews may lead to faster updates. ;D Also, this chapter is sort of like an introduction. Hopefully the chapters to come will be longer.
Song: "The Love You Save" by The Jackson 5
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Chapter 1- The Letter
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"Snowy, are you hungry?"
The little white terrier mix yipped in approval and happily pranced into the kitchen, encouraging his master to follow.
A young man of age 20 sat in a big red arm chair while reading a compilation of Sherlock Holmes stories. He had a prominent yellow curl atop his head which was his definite trademark.
Smoothing out his brown, tweed plus fours, TinTin got up and met his furry companion in their small Belgian kitchen.
As TinTin poured out some kibble, he looked out the small kitchen window that had a small crack in the corner.
Many people walked by- older men with canes and bowler hats, women and children carrying parcels wrapped in butcher paper, and…a boat captain?
The young reporter's eyes locked upon the familiar looking figure that wore a navel cap, and sported a black beard/mustache combo.
A smile came to the boy's face. "Captain Haddock! I wonder what brings him here."
Taking a break from his food Snowy looked up at his owner with apprehension. "Whenever he shows up we're always thrust into some crazy escapade."
Just at that moment there were a few short raps at the door.
"TinTin, my boy, open up quick- I've got something important to share."
"Just a moment, Captain", TinTin replied as he strolled to the door and opened it.
No sooner had he done this then the Captain somehow managed to take off his coat, seat himself at the small oak dining table and take out a bottle of Loch Lomond whiskey, unscrewing the top.
"So much for being polite…" Snowy muttered to himself, slinking off to the side.
"Hush, Snowy," Scolded TinTin. "So captain, what is this all about?"
Haddock paused for a moment and procured two glasses from his coat pocket. The seaman offered one to TinTin but he politely declined. After setting his friend's intended glass, Haddock glanced at his own. With a shrug, he tossed it over his shoulder, much to Snowy's dismay as it hit the poor dog square on the head.
Meeting TinTin's eyes, he pulled out a letter written on crumpled paper and handed it to his friend.
The boy read it over, and studied it carefully. His eyes widened with disbelief.
Haddock took a big swig of the whiskey, carelessly letting it dribble out of the corners of his mouth and onto his whiskers. He furrowed his brow in concern.
"Yessir…," Slurred the Captain. "Looks like another adventure."
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