THIS IS MY OWN INTERPERATATION OF TINTIN THIS ISN'T A LOVE STORY
THIS IS TINTIN HELPING A WOMAN UNDERSTAND HER HUSBAND'S ACTIONS - NOT TRYING TO FLIRT WITH HER FOR ANYBODY WHO ASSUMES THIS
The girl was barely eighteen, her dark brown hair being whipped around her face in the sea wind. The cold chilled her to the bone, despite being wrapped up in a coat and dress. The dock behind her was filled with lifeless ships but empty of witnesses. But that was the least of her worries – for there were men before her with guns, aiming at her, waiting for the right word to be commanded. They wanted answers.
"Where is it?"
"I don't know."
"You're a crap liar," he stated plainly. "Give it to me."
After a pause of realization, she shook her head. "You'll have to shoot me first."
The man also stopped, but chuckled at her bravery. "If I do that I'll just have a dead body to clear up and nothing to show for it. I won't ask again."
Although he couldn't be seen, his frown could be felt a mile away. His men cringed in the presence of it. "Perhaps I wasn't clear, Miss Belle: I can't kill you, but that doesn't mean that I'm unable to cause pain. You give me the device and I'll let you go home in one piece."
For a moment she considered it – going back to her apartment without any trouble. All of this mess put behind her like some bad dream. But she had gone too far; this was far bigger than just her safety. She was scared, but in the end there was only ever one option.
"You're mistaken, Mr Pincer, I know exactly what you mean and I wouldn't give you this while there was still breath in this body!" she turned to the black waters beneath her feet, she watched the choppy river Thames entice her into its embrace. She was scared, but she didn't care.
Snowy had been given a tasty meat treat from master Tintin. He loved chewing on the gristly jelly and could continue for hours. It couldn't last, in the busy and dangerous madness of the street, his master stepped across the cobbles to purchase a souvenir from the vendor who oddly smelt of rotten fish. Snowy didn't care much for what his master was doing, he focussed fully on the treat.
But then – a new smell wafted over to him.
At first he took no notice, new smells came over Snowy all the time after all. Then it became stronger and more… unusual. He investigated with his finely tuned nose and thought hard.
It smelled of the dirty Thames water… human blood and sweat… and something else, feminine sweet and womanly.
Snowy knew that smell meant trouble that needs help rather than trouble that needs causing and he had to help. He abandoned his treat, knowing that he would get back to it and smelled harder for where the woman-girl-human was. He found her – she was over the bridge and near the wooden planks of the docks.
He began running instinctively towards the strong smell, and ran down the road into the docks, dodging the long legs of people as he ran. He was tired once there, and could hear master-friend Tintin calling him. But the human woman was under the cold, wet water and was dying. Snowy barked as loud as he could; he barked and barked and barked. Master-friend heard him and ran knowing the possible danger, but not knowing that Snowy was trying to drag the girl out of the water alone.
Once he came and saw the danger, he barked too. "Help!" Tintin called. "Help, there's a woman here!"
He dragged her out of the water; she was nearing unconsciousness, but managed to hand him a metal canister. The girl then tried to speak, only managing to say two words before everything went black: