The story is set after the 1961 live action film.
It's a short fanfic, there is a little blood.
Chapter 1 - Reporter without reporting
After Haddock received that letter and that medal from South America, Tintin knew he already had all the story he needed to write his story. But every time he sat in front of his typewriter in his room in Marlinspike Hall, something distracted him, whether it was Snowy wanting food, the captain shouting loudly about something that irritated him, or his own procrastination.
On one of these days, Nestor was cleaning the marble stairs of the castle's entrance hall, when the young boy passed by him, with his blue sweater tied around his waist.
"See you later, Nestor. Tell the Captain I'll be back for dinner. I'm going to run for a bit."
At that moment, Professor Calculus was in his lab, testing something that would probably drive Haddock crazy enough to scream "Billions of Bilious Blue Blistering Barnacles! How can a man who was almost killed by the sun and managed to conquer the moon not listen to me when I say don't blow things up anymore!?", if he was there. But he wasn't, all he could worry about at the moment was the glass of whiskey he held in the stained hands of a former captain. Since he had acquired Marlinspike Hall, the man had fewer worries, more changes of clothes and many, many more monocles, but he still knew how to command a ship if necessary. Sir Francis Haddock would be proud.
The afternoon ended and night fell, the dinner table was set for three and the butler was just waiting to serve, as there was no Tintin. Haddock, who had received Nestor's message, was worried. The professor was in his world, almost isolated from noise and noise, he was reading "Journey to the Center of the Earth" while he was not allowed to eat.
Haddock let out a muffled sigh as he looked out the front window.
"Calculus, where was that boy? Something happened." He said, stamping his left foot without realizing "He's not one for partying. For starters, he only drinks mineral water! You know, every time I think about ordering wine, his order was water!"
"Line? What line?" said the professor.
The old sea wolf waited another 10 minutes and authorized dinner to be served, when he thought he heard something. He turned to look, expecting to see the heavy green door open and reveal Tintin and Snowy. Anything. They would not return that night.
They would not return, as the boy had been kidnapped. The reporter had a bag over his head and his hands were tied behind his back. Where would it be? A tall, unknown figure entered the room, I could feel it, his head was uncovered, revealing a poorly lit place and a lot of junk around him, his captor welcomed him with a rifle.
Hello. Okay, for some reason Tintin passed me by all these years, maybe because I don't have a perfect quiff, but I gave the 1991/1992 animated series a chance and wow! I was more than interested, I watched all the adaptations I found and even started to like the 2011 film (I certainly didn't give it its due value before) and I read everything I could find about hese comics and that didn't kill my interest, it left me with headache but it didn't kill my interest in this wonderful reporter and his adventures.
When I still couldn't rewatch the 2011 film, I bought the novelization. It's a very good book to read! So recently I got into fanfics and read incredible ones here, with great writing too and I thought I could write something clumsy, I've written stories before and I thought this one couldn't turn out so bad.
But it's the first fanfic I've written. About a character I became interested in this year, so obviously I accept criticism from those who know more about this whole thing.
I'm Brazilian girl and I translated this using Google, but I made sure to put the names used in English and not the original names, which we generally also use in my country. If there's something wrong, I'm sorry.