Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Everything seemed to go in slow motion for Snowy. One minute his master had the bad guy, and the next he felt a sharp pain in his side, before finding himself falling down the side of the boat. He looked up, too frightened and confused to bark for help, and saw the fearful eyes of his master. He realised now what was happening, and opened his mouth to yelp, when it was suddenly filled with horrible salty water, and he was sinking beneath the depths of the ocean. He doggy-paddled as fast as he could, trying to get to the surface, his lungs screaming for air. His vision began to fade, but he remembered the horrified look on his master's face, and the fear in his eyes, and he gained strength to get to the surface, gasping for breath. The salt water stung his eyes, and he couldn't see clearly as he looked around for any sign of the ship.
Suddenly, he was scooped out of the water by gentle hands, much like Tintin's.
Thank goodness! I'm saved! He cried, though to the human it was only heard as barks. Snowy opened his eyes to observe properly, expecting to see Tintin smiling at him with relief. Instead, it was a small boy and an elderly man, with confused looks on their faces, sitting in a small fishing boat. The boy held Snowy out from him to avoid being dripped on from his soggy fur. The man handed him a blanket, and he wrapped the dog in it, and held him like an infant.
"Don't be afraid," he said soothingly, feeling his shivering. "We'll take you home, and take good care of you." Hearing this, Snowy tried to get away, wishing he could tell them that his master was worried, and wanted him back. He looked over the boy's shoulder at the ship, as they rowed back to shore. He let out a small whine as his sad eyes gazed along the horizon. Where was he and how would he get home?
When the boy and man got to shore, they tied the boat at a dock, and walked into a small town near the sea. They entered a cottage, and the man called out to someone.
"Hilda, we're home!" he said, taking off his hat. An elderly woman came from the kitchen, drying her hands on an apron. "What's this?" she asked, slightly amused. "My husband and grandson go out to fish, and come home with a dog?"
"He was drowning, Grandmother," the boy explained, holding out Snowy.
"Oh, poor thing," the woman fussed. "Bring him into the kitchen where it's warm. I have some sausages he can have."
Snowy was soon let out from the blanket, and in front of him was a plate of sausages, which he greedily devoured. The small boy sat by him, stroking his now fluffy fur.
"I think I'll call you Cloud," he said. "You look like one." Snowy gazed at the boy with mournful eyes, wishing to communicate with him. He needed to know where he was, and how he could get home to Tintin.
Again, sorry for the shortness of the chapter. I think they get longer... Please review! :D