The Adventures of Tintin Page #4

Look at this one!

A green one that I managed to pick

from a pickpocket

actually pickpocketing at the time.

- And this one! Cuir de cochon.

- No, you have it all wrong.

- There is a "P" in "psychic. "

- I am not your sidekick! You are mine!

- Smell it, won't you? Piggy leather!

- No, you have it all wrong.

- How dare you!

- How dare you!

- I met you first.

- I met you first.

- No, you didn't.

- Yes, I did.

- No, you did not.

- Yes, I did.

- Didn't!

- Did!

- Listen! I can't stand it any more!

- Hey!

All right, I'll come quietly.

Take them! Take them! Take them all!

Stop it. Pull yourself together, man!

We can't take your wallets!

Do we look like thieves?

Good heavens, Thompson.

This looks familiar.

Can't be.

It is!

- Tintin!

- Tintin!

I'm so cold.

And thirsty.

My throat is parched.

Let's see if there's any fresh water.

What have we here?

Tintin.

Come and warm yourself, laddie.

Captain?

- What have you done?

- No need to thank me.

What?

Well, you looked a little cold,

so I lit a wee fire.

In a boat?

No! Those are our oars! We need those oars!

Yes, but not for much longer.

Have you gone mad?

Quick, Captain, help me!

- Captain, help me, quick!

- He's right. What have I done?

- What have I done?

- No, Captain, not that!

Thundering typhoons!

Well, this is a fine mess.

- I'm weak.

- We're stranded here...

- Selfish.

... with no hope of rescue...

I'm hopeless.

...while Sakharine and his men

are halfway to Bagghar.

Poor, miserable wretch!

Yes, all right. That's enough of that.

It was his fault, you see. It was Sir Francis.

Tell me, how did you work that one out?

Because he was a figurehead

of great courage and bold exploits.

No one like him ever existed in my family.

Why do you think I drink?

Because I know I'll never be like him.

No, it's far better that I end it now.

Put us both out of our misery.

What is it, Snowy?

I'm gonna lower myself into the sea.

Into the cold embrace of the big blue!

Those are Portuguese markings.

- Are you even listening?

- Where is the Karaboudjan registered?

We're saved.

We're saved!

It's a sign from above!

- Troglodytes!

- Captain, get down.

Slave-traders! Mutant malingerers!

Freshwater politicians!

Bad news, Captain.

We've only got one bullet.

- And what's the good news?

- We've got one bullet.

You got him!

Well done, my boy.

Stay here, Captain.

Tintin?

- Don't take your eyes off of them.

- Hurry up!

Just as I thought.

The ignition lead has been cut.

Lucky shot!

One more pass, and we will finish them off.

Put your hands in the air.

Now!

Let's see here.

You do know what you're doing, eh, Tintin?

More or less.

Well, which is it? More or less?

Relax. I interviewed a pilot once.

Which way to North Africa?

Captain, look!

We've caught up with them.

Wonderful!

But you think we might find another way

to North Africa

that doesn't take us

through that Wall of Death?

We can't turn back.

Not now.

No, Captain! Those are surgical spirits

for medicinal purposes only.

Quite right, laddie, quite right.

No, no, no!

The fuel tank! It's almost empty!

Captain! This may sound crazy,

but I've got a plan.

The alcohol in that bottle

may give us a few more miles.

I need you to climb out of the plane

and pour it into the fuel tank.

Christopher Columbus!

There's a terrible storm out there.

And it's raining.

And you call yourself a Haddock?

Captain!

Captain! Can you hear me?

Captain!

Captain?

You're doing fine!

Now, pour the bottle into the tank.

We're running on fumes.

Fumes!

Oh, no.

Captain! I can't see!

Land! Land!

We can't! We're not there yet!

No, land!

No, no, no, starboard! Starboard! Starboard!

Hang on, Tintin!

I'm coming!

The Land of Thirst.

- The Land of Thirst.

- Will you stop saying that?

You don't understand. I've run out.

I've run out.

You don't know what that means.

Captain, we have to keep going.

One step at a time. Come on, on your feet!

Lean your weight on me.

A man can only hang on so long

without his vitals.

Captain, calm down.

There are worse things than sobering up.

Look! Tintin!

We're saved.

Water. Water!

Stop! Captain!

It's just a mirage!

But it was here. I saw it.

It was just your mind playing tricks.

It's the heat!

I have to go home.

- What?

- I have to go back to the sea.

Captain, you're hallucinating.

Look.

Did you ever see a more beautiful sight?

She's turning into the wind, all sails set.

Triple masted.

Double decks. Fifty guns.

The Unicorn?

- Isn't she a beauty?

- Yes! Yes, she is!

Tell me, Captain, what else can you see?

She's got the wind behind her.

Look at the pace she's setting!

Barely a day out of Barbados,

a hold full of rum and the finest tobacco

and the hearts of the sailors set for home.

The red pennant.

The blood runs cold in every sea captain

who looks upon that flag,

for he knows he's facing a fight to the death.

But Sir Francis is a Haddock.

And Haddocks don't flee.

All hands on deck! Gunners to their stations!

Let's unload the King's shot into these

yellow-bellied, lily-livered sea slugs!

- Prepare to bring her about, Mr. Nicholls.

- Aye-aye, Captain!

Prepare to bring her about!

Fire!

Portside gun, fire!

Look lively, lads!

- Mr. Nicholls, secure the cargo.

- Right you are, sir.

Prepare to repel all boarders!

This way! We need more men!

And then he saw him.

Like a phantom, rising from the dead.

Who?

Captain, who did he see?

It's gone.

What do you mean, gone?

What happened next?

By Jupiter, I have a beard!

Since when did I have a beard?

Captain, something happened

on the Unicorn.

It's the key to everything.

You must try to remember.

The Unicorn? What? I'm so terribly thirsty.

- Captain!

- Tintin!

What is happening to me?

And to think all it took was a day

in the Sahara.

Congratulations, Captain, you're sober.

Sober.

Good dog!

This one's alive.

- Check the other!

- Yes, sir.

Company, halt!

I'm Lieutenant Delcourt.

Welcome to the Afghar Outpost.

Thank you, Lieutenant. We owe you our lives.

- Did you find my friend?

- Yes, but he's not in good shape, I'm afraid.

He's still suffering the effects

of acute dehydration. He's quite delirious.

Why don't we pay him a visit?

Haddock! You're awake.

Good! I have a visitor for you.

- Captain?

- Hello!

I think you've got the wrong room.

Captain, it's Tintin.

Our plane crashed in the desert.

Don't you remember?

Plane? No, no, I'm a naval man myself.

I never fly if I can help it.

He's got me confused with someone else.

What is this peculiar liquid?

There's no bouquet.

It's completely transparent.

Why, it's water.

What will they think of next?

We suspect he has a concussion.

Heatstroke. Delirium.

He's sober.

Now, Captain, out in the desert...

- The desert?

- Yes. You were talking about Sir Francis.

- Sir who?

- Sir Francis.

And you were telling me

about what happened on the Unicorn.

- The unicorn!

- Yes!

The stuff that dreams are made of.

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