Tintin: The Sinner of Satchsweet IIIChapter Three: Let Me Tell YouTintin: The Sinner of Satchsweet III by rethahelena
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That night, in the most comfortable place on earth, a huge mansion named Marlinspike Hall, Haddock sat in an armchair, staring at the two detectives. The three of them were drinking their drinks. Or in Haddock's case, he was enjoying his alcohol, while the two men were drinking their teas politely.
"I wonder what hits Tintin's head. He seems too quiet today."
"To be precise, I hit Tintin's quiet wonder." Thompson said.
"You two have any idea?" Haddock, as usual, ignored the weird detective. "Do you have any idea, Thomson?"
Thomson shrugged, very out of character of his. "Maybe you have to speak to him personally. He didn't want to speak to us. However, Snowy found cocaine in a paper, a childlike drawing it seemed, but Tintin refused to give it as one of the evidence."
"Cocaine?!" Haddock rose from his seat, alcohol he had consumed made him a bit lightheaded. "I should talk to him right now."
"Then we'll leave, Captain. Thanks for the teas." Thomson
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Marlinspike Hall, three days later...
An ex-officer of Merchant Navy named Captain Archibald Haddock always loved alcohol. His days venturing and cherishing his memories of the sea made him do that. His fellow ship crews always got drunk every time they could, and that marked Haddock's memory deep enough.
But since he had experienced a very deep friendship with a certain reporter with his infamous dog and quiff, he had lessened his drinking habit.
Now, now, speaking about a certain reporter...
"What are you doing, Captain?"
Haddock looked up and saw Tintin staring at him, an amused smile on his lips. Haddock snorted.
"I'm trying to catch up with a quiet life, lad." Haddock stated simply, and Tintin's smile grew bigger. The boy always knew his remarks and answers. The nearly middle-aged sea captain looked down and quirked his eyebrow.
"And now, what are you doing with those suitcases?" Snowy barked happily, as if it was him that the two men
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From my age of twenty-three, I learn how to forgive.
Tintin was dreaming.
He could see a couple, the man was very handsome and the woman had high cheekbones and a charming smile. Tintin blinked twice and realized that they were his parents. Well, at least he recognized his mother. Dorothy was a beautiful young woman, so very different with the woman who came to Marlinspike. It was obvious that Tintin inherited her high cheekbones, smile, and gestures.
He had never seen his father, and he was surprised of what he saw. Although Captain hated his father, he always referred Trent as a very handsome man. He was right, it seemed. The man was really attractive with a very light brown hair and intoxicating blue grey eyes. For a very long time, Tintin always thought that he had Dorothy's hair, only a shade lighter, but apparently it was wrong. His hair was a mixture between theirs.
They both were walking in a small street. His father said something and his mother laughed. Tin