These chapters are some extended and reimagined moments from the comics.
This one takes place at the end of " Explorers on the Moon "
They had gone to the Moon, not without complications, it's true.
Oxygen was scarce, Colonel Jorgen wanted the rocket and wanted to kill them, Wolff showed himself to be a traitor and a selfless savior and now that they were back on Earth, that couldn't be real!
Tintin there was too much, but after a few minutes on the stretcher, receiving the appropriate amount of oxygen, he woke up as out of danger as most of the crew. Only one was missing.
"Your friend the Captain... Yes, unfortunately !... His condition seems much more serious... And I even fear..."
"What, what do you mean ?... Onde is he ?" Tintin interrupted the doctor. The Captain hadn't woken up, he was the only one missing! As he ran to his stretcher, the reporter saw thousands of things going through his head. He was dizzy but he could still remember perfectly when they first met: An old sea wolf soaked in his addiction, completely adrift... wow, at first he wasn't the most pleasant or safe company, but it didn't take long for them to be real friends. Sailing and traveling around, even though he still didn't know how Haddock appeared so suddenly in the infamous land of black gold. The Captain had generously offered Tintin and the Professor housing, a palace and in general, a more peaceful home than he had ever imagined and now... now. ..
" Captan !... Captain !... It's me, Tintin , for heaven's sake, wakw up !... " her throat failed, the cry wanted to pierce her " We're back on Earth... Captain !"
Anything.
Tintin was hunched over on the stretcher, the oxygen wasn't working? Couldn't the medical team do something? And there was still that damn sheet. In his career, he had already seen some people covered in white sheets, that one wasn't white, but even so, the young man shivered and pushed the fabric away, wanting to banish a thought with it.
"His pulse is most irregular and very weak... But what do you expect ! The man's heart is tired out... Nothing suprising , if what they tell me is true. It seems that hey was a great whiskey drinker ". The boy heard the doctor speak and with that thousands of other things passed through his mind while his hands showed anxiety in front of his chest.
That letter, he remembered that letter!
Once, not long after meeting Haddock, just before they boarded the Siris, the man received a letter from Dr. L. Daumière about things he should avoid: All alcoholic beverages were prohibited.
Tintin knew that the Captain was no longer the pitiful drunk he used to be, he had seen him giving orders on a ship, but he still drank two, three glasses at a time while refusing to accompany him on an order for mineral water. .
Tintin had already gotten drunk two or three times, celebrating is one thing, but not remembering how he got a job in the middle of a military coup was the limit. From that moment on, no drinks! An investigative reporter needs to remember the details and the delusions that his enemies gave him were enough . No, he should be in control, the boy hated the time he got involuntarily drunk on wine vapors. No, he should always be a controlled person. But what about the Captain? And that doctor's ban?
Tintin occasionally intervened, but honestly he never cared about the bottles as long as they didn't cause major problems, he never wanted to interfere, but what now? I should have done something to avoid it...
" What ?!... I'm not dreaming !... I distinctly heard it!... Somebody just mentioned whiskey!"
The old sea wolf was howling again! He stood up so quickly that he couldn't help but give others a fright. He was a blast, he ripped the oxygen mask off his face showing he was settled! He was firm ! I was giving in!
"Captain! My dear Captain !... Saved !... Gossiness gracious! How I feared for you!"
The young man was so relieved that he could say a prayer to... João Evangelista! Or to God himself, it didn't matter which! He was so happy that all his fears went away. Within minutes, the entire crew approached with smiles, satisfaction, health and a toast! They deserved a toast, everyone toasted! But that night, when Tintin put on his pajamas and sat up in bed, the fear returned. Having left the rocket drunk could have had a terrifying result for everyone, Tintin lost his cool. Tintin lost his cool! I didn't want that again. But it had already passed... right? The captain regretted that he would never put others at risk again for their bottles, but he was putting himself...
"Should I… intervene between him and the drink?"