I'mmmmm BACK!

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When I wake, slowly opening my eyes, I find Tintin's warm, strong arms around my middle and reaching round my lower back. My arms were hooked loosely around his neck, pulling my body into his, and I rest my head on his steadily rising and falling chest. His essence fill me with a calm sort of joy and his quiet snores comfort me.

Just behind my legs is a heavy weight which my legs curve around. It too snored quietly, and when I glance over, I see a white furry leg, out-stretched. It was Snowy. I remember last night and feel slightly embarrassed...but then as the memory reaches the end of last nights events...I smiled. I remember his warm lips pressing against mine. How magical that was. I also remember his adorable ears turning a very dark red in the nightlight. His shy smile, which he has never used for anyone else, makes me feel warm and gooey inside.

Tintin stirs, his body briefly tensing, cuddling me tighter, before sighing and relaxing once again. I watch his expression go from a look of slight pain or concentration, to an exhausted one moments before his eyes tiredly open. His eyes looked grey in this light, and took a few moments to adjust, coming into contact with mine. "Valentine." He mumbles, only just audible.

"Tintin." I whisper back, smiling. I heard footsteps outside, and sighed. "Guess it's time for treasure hunting."

"Indeed." Tintin agreed, but neither one of us moved. We just enjoyed the company of each other. It was one of those moment you don't want to ever end. It was only when we heard one of the crew members calling out orders to another did Tintin finally, and reluctantly, heave himself up and out of bed. Snowy, woken by his movements, hops down from the bed, scratches, then lets out a huge yawn.

When Tintin slips on his coat over his loose pyjamas, and reaches the door I call out, "See you soon."

"The sooner, the better." He winks and swings the door open, steps out into a light breeze, and shuts the door behind him. Moments later, I finally get up myself and get dressed for the day. I put on practical pants and blouse with a pullover to keep warm.

When I push open my door, I quickly yank it shut again as, Bill the cook zips passed the door...clearly angry.

I step out the door to see him raging at Tintin and the Captain. I walk up cautiously.

"-Yesterday, it was a box of biscuits! This morning a whole chicken has disappeared!" He must be referring to Snowy. I slide up next to the Captain.

"The wretched dog!" remarked Tintin, annoyed. He then started to search round, looking for him. "Snowy! Snowy! Where is he hiding...Snowy!" He starts walking down deck, the cook on his heels followed by the Captain, I decided to walk up to the bridge, keeping an eye out for Snowy.

I watch out for anything concerning for a while when finally the Captain stomps in. "Thundering typhoons! That cook...pointing his finger at innocent souls because he 'supposed'! He 'Supposed'!"

"Good morning to you too. Does this mean that Snowy didn't steal the chicken?" I reply.

"Well...no...but Snowy can't be accused unless proven guilty! The cook has no proof against him!" The Captain argued, taking the wheel and adjusting the ship back on the course.

The day carried on the same as the day before. There was little discussion, so I decided to go round, looking for anyone needing an extra hand, I wasn't really needed though and once I arrived back at the bridge, I could see that the Captain and Tintin were perviously talking about something important...and private. The abrupt silence when I entered the room put me on edge.

"Did I interrupt something, boys?" I laugh.

"Nope, nothing at all." Replied Tintin quickly, suddenly appearing all cheerful again. The Captain had a smirk on his face. I choose to shake off any suspicions.

When the sun finally started to fall down below the sea, we retire back to our cabins. I find Snowy and take him into the cabin. "No more stealing, okay?" I tell him. He was a smart dog and probably did understand. In response, he jumped on the bed and curled up. I quickly slip into my night gown and sit down beside Snowy, patting him.

Tintin knocks on the door and I tell him he can come in. He was smiling. "Someone has apparently taken the Captains Whiskey. Perhaps there is somebody out there who is concerned for the Captains health."

"Oh really! It won't have anything to do with a... young ginger journalist? Will it?" I teased.

He shook his head. "Nope. No idea who is behind this, but I think it can wait till morning."

Tintin had already moved into this cabin now. He grabbed his pyjamas, already starting to get change. Quickly I turn around, facing the wall fluster and embarrassed. I distract myself with Snowy, pretending not to care.

I suppose boys must do that all the time...but I don't know. I just know that I'm not comfortable with it yet.

I feel Tintin sit down beside me and I turn and smile. "Ready?"

"Only if you are."

I crawl under the blankets and cuddle up next to him. When my eyelids began it droop there was a sudden loud banging at the door followed by the Captains gruff and distressed voice.

"Tintin! Valentine! Come quickly! There's not a moment to lose!"

Concerned, Tintin and I both jump out of bed. I grab my long cardigan and shrug it on while Tintin opens the door. "We're going the blow up!...There's a bomb in the hold!" Panics the Captain.

"Calm down Captain! Now show us what you mean." I say, handing Tintin his coat and helping him put it on. The Captain then took off, leading the way hurriedly.

"I went to the hold to open a case of of whisky...and instead of whisky, I found a bomb there!" Explained the Captain.

We turned and made our way downstairs. "H-here we are...careful!" warned the Captain as we head down a corridor, Tintin now leading. We came to a door, which Tintin and I marched through, but the Captain stayed back. "Careful!...Don't go near it!"

"How are we going to get to the bottom of this if we don't go near it, Captain?" I asked, Tintin already prying open a case. Inside, were odd black pieces of metal. Delicately I pick one up to investigate.

"Well?..." Pressed the Captain, peeking around the door.

"Steel plates!" Answers Tintin surprised.

"Steel plates?" questions the Captain, skeptically walking up to my side. "You're right, by thunder!" He took the plate from my hands and scan the case it came from. "Then it's not a bomb after all?" The Captain then concluded.

"Definitely not. Look, we'll open another case..." Tintin pries open another, it revealed more of the same.

"Blistering barnacles! More steel plates!"

"And in this one..." Tintin walks to another case, repeating the process.

"More steel plates..." whispers the Captain. "Steaming blood!" He then exclaims, punching the air angrily. "There's not a drop of whisky aboard! If I catch the monster who played this trick on us, he'll be in for a rough time!..."

I yawn, and Snowy sits down by my leg, leaning into me. Tintin walks over seeing my yawn, dragging the unhappy Captain with him. "Come on, we'll try and solve this mystery in the morning."

I couldn't agree more. I scoop up Snowy and climb back up the stairs and into the cabin, followed by Tintin. Dropping my cardigan on the floor, I snuggle back into the soft bed. Tintin's arms soon wrap around me, and without any words, I fall asleep.