Chapter 11.
Pain. That's all I felt. Even though the pain was excruciating with every move I make, I still reached over and grabbed the pocketknife out of my pocket. I started cutting as fast as I could. But the pain made me go slower. I almost ran out of oxygen, but in that moment the rope snapped. I swam to the top and took a big gulp of air. I watched as the boat sailed away. At this moment, I had no idea what to do besides swim. With every movement of my arms, a sharp pain shoots up from my shoulder and I pause for a moment. But that moment turned from a minute to 10 minutes. I later found myself floating on the water, feeling my eyes weigh down, and finally passing out.
The boat looked like a small speck now when I opened my eyes. I shook my head, ashamed of myself. How could I have gotten into this situation? I tried to forget my hopelessness and think about my dream I had. About Tintin. The adventures we had. His final words before his death. What does it mean? I know it told me that my subconscious already knew that Fanny had murdered Herge, but why all the adventures and the dancing? Maybe I dreamt it because it's as if this is what had happened between Fanny and Herge. Except in Tintin's version. The dream must've been to show me the way to finding out the answer to the mystery. And it worked. Because of the dream I had figured out how Herge really died. I am grateful for the dream, or else I probably would not have figured it out. And I would have been thrown off the boat without any information about Herge.
But now, how do I prove Fanny is guilty?
I let out a loud sigh.
"This is hopeless." I said out loud.
I started swimming again but the pain wouldn't allow it. I decided to check and see where the pain was coming from.
My shoulder.
"She's tough, but bad aim." I joked around. I felt my back and realized that the bullet went straight through.
I thought I was fine because in movies the person is comforted when the bullet goes straight through. So I didn't worry much. Except for the fact that I may bleed out before I get to land. Maybe I was wrong all along. I'm not cut out for an adventure. This adventure has brought nothing but pain to me. If I get out of this water alive, I'm going straight home. Not looking back. Going home to be with my family. That's what's important to me.
"I'm sorry Herge. I have failed." I said pitifully.
Then I saw it.
A plane coming my way. I had no Idea what to do. So I started screaming. But then I realized that the engine is too loud to hear a scream from way down here.
Then I remembered.
"The flare gun!" I took it out of my pocket and shot it as quickly as possible. The flare went right in front of the plane and exploded. The plane flew right through the smoke created by the flare.
"They have got to see it. They would be blind if they didn't see that in front of them."
The plane started going down but passed over me and kept going.
"No, no, no!" I tried pulling the trigger again, but there were no more flares. A tear ran down my cheek from frustration. As quickly as my hope has risen, it has fallen.
I've had a bad day. I've been knocked out, kidnapped, seen someone die, jumped out of a plane, kidnapped again, almost killed about a good three times, shot in the shoulder and now I'm here. Hope has ran out.
Hopeless.
I closed my eyes and let my body float on the water. I suddenly started hearing a plane. The planes noise coming from the engine got louder and louder. I opened my eyes and saw a plane landing.
Right on top of me!
