Third POV

Tintin's hand hung over the boat in the blue ocean water. The young man still unconscious, just like (Y/N) and Snowy. (P/N), who had made herself comfortable by snuggling up between the side of (Y/N)'s neck and sweater, was asleep by now.
Not certain how much time had past, Haddock took a deep breath. Letting go of the oars to wrap his arms around his body, puffing his warm breath onto his hands in the hope to provide them from warmth. "Oh, I'm so cold. And thirsty." He said, his hand rubbing along his turtleneck sweater. "My throat is parched."

"Let's see if there's any fresh water." Haddock mumbled. He stood up, walking over to the little hidden storage at the very end of the boat. After opening the small door, he began to feel for anything that might help to less his thirst. Only for his hand to collide into a glass, and all to familiar, bottle of whiskey. "Aha, what do we have here?" He said, smiling as he pulled out the alcoholic drink and closing the cupboard doors.

Your POV

I was tired, my eyelids heavy. My mind stuck in some kind of deep daze. It was cold. So cold. Something against my back providing me with a little warmth. That, whoever, was until I could feel an incredible heat source come from in front of me. Something was pecking at my cheek and whistling highly. A muffed voice accompanying it.
My eyes slowly blinking as I adjusted to the light. But the sight before my eyes left me shocked, and not in any positive way.

Tintin's POV

I began to wake up from my deep slumber by someone calling out my name. '(Y/N), Tintin, wake up.' The voice said. I opened my eyes. Once I processed what was happening I pushed myself up from the bench. "Come and warm yourself, laddies." Haddock said, standing by the fire to warm himself. (Y/N) who now stood up too, had shock and panic written all over her face.
In the middle of the boat was a fire. A fire?!

"Captain? What have you done?" I asked, trying keep my cool in this unthinkable situation. "Oh, no need to thank me." He said, turning over to rub his hand together before the cracking wood keeping the flames alive. "What?" I asked, thinking my ears were betraying me. I rushed over to the spot, trying to put the fire out with my foot. "Well, you guys looked a little cold, so I lit a wee fire."

"IN A BOAT?!" (Y/N) yelled out somewhat hysterical before I even had the chance to do it myself. Haddock didn't seem bothered by it at all. Instead, he picked up the other oar up. "No! Those are our oars. We need those oars!" I said panicked.
"Well, not anymore." The captain said, breaking it in half and throwing it onto the pile of fire.
"Have you gone mad?!" I shouted at him.

"Come on!" (Y/N) said, throwing seawater onto the fire to stop its flames from growing. (P/N) flying back to keep a safe distance from the dangerous flames. "Captain! Quick, help me!" She said, as I too started trying to put out the fire. "Captain, help us. Quick!"

"They're right. What have I done? What have I done?!" Haddock yelled panicked, finally getting out of his daze. I noticed him grab to the bottle of whisky. Alarm bells going off in my head.
"No! Captain, not that!" I shouted, only for a giant explosion to follow a second after. (Y/N) and myself backing away just in time.

After that the fire had almost completely gone out on its own. A big burn mark and warm wood the only remains of the once existing fire.
"Thundering typhoons!" Haddock cursed to himself.

---Time skip---

Your POV

So, there we were. Drifting around on an upside down lifeboat. "Well, isn't this a fine mess..." I sighed as I sat between Tintin and Haddock. Snowy sitting beside Tintin while (P/N) hopped on my crisscrossed legs. My arms placed behind me to support my body while the waves made us go up and down. "Indeed." Tintin sighed in agreement.

"I'm weak." Haddock mumbled

"We're stranded here..." Tintin began

"Selfish." Haddock sighed.

"...With no hope of rescue..."

"I'm hopeless." Haddock said, saying each insult louder and louder.

"...while Sakharine and his men are halfway to Bagghar." Tintin ended.

"Poor, miserable wretch!" Haddock yelled out, hiding his face in his right hand.

"That's enough of that, Captain!" I said in a warning tone. "Self-pity and scolding yourself won't resolve anything right now." Tintin and myself turning to look at the hopeless man to our left. I sighed, looking back out to the wide blue ocean. "It was his fault, you see. It was Sir Francis." Haddock said, clearly convinced of his answer. "Tell us, how did you work that one out?" Tintin asked, sitting upright to face the captain properly.

"Because he was a figurehead of great courage and bold exploits..." He began. I sighed, running my hand through my hair to get the lose strands out of my face. "No one like him ever existed in my family." He stopped of a moment taking a breath as he looked our way again. "Why do you two think I drink? Because I know I'll never be like him."

"No, it's far better that I end it now. Put the three of us out of our misery." Haddock said. Getting up he held out his hand to me and afterwards Tintin, given us each a firm handshake.
Snowy barked to get our attention, his head turned to something behind us. I was puzzled when (P/N) did the same. She flew up to sit on my head, shrieking at something behind me. "What is with you all of a sudden?" I asked, curious about what had gotten her attention. Her focus was on something in the sky. My eyes eventually I got sight of something reflecting in the bright sunlight. Along with sound of... a rumbling motor?

"I'm gonna lower myself into the sea..." Haddock said in the background. "Into the cold embrace of the big blue!"

It was an orange-ish colored seaplane. But what in heavens lake was it doing flying over the ocean? It didn't make any sense. Unless the coast was closer by then we had originally thought.

"Those are Portuguese markings-" Tintin mumbled as the plane flew closer to where we were.
"Are you two even listening?" Haddock said in a somewhat complaining manner. Only for Tintin to cut him off. "Where is the Karaboudjan registered?"

"We're saved. We're saved! Oh, it's a sign form above!" Haddock yelled out relieved, holding his arms wide open as he fell onto his knees.

The seaplane lowered until it was just flying above the waves. But instead of landing, gunshots were heard. Haddock, Tintin and myself laying to the wooden boat as close as we could. Ducking for cover.

"Troglodytes!" Haddock yelled furious, his hands forming fists as he swung them around. "Captain, get down." Tintin said, pulling on his black jacket in the hope he would take the hint. But alas, he kept on shouting in anger.
"Slave-traders! Mutant malingerers! Freshwater politicians!!!"

My eyes were glued to the yellow plane in the air, as I tried to maintain my balance on the moving boat. I reached for the gun in my back pocket, taking out the magazine to check the left over bullets. Which was only one.
"Bad news, Captain. I've only got one bullet left. What about you, (Y/N)?"

"One." I said showing him the nearly empty magazine before reaching into the hidden pocket in my boot.

"And what's the good news?" Haddock asked, his eyes now focusing back on the plane. "The good news is that I 'borrowed' a magazine from the ship." I said. I wasted no time clicking the new magazine into its place in the gun, as the seaplane came near once again.

Tintin and myself held our guns at the ready. Bullets flying past us left and right. Once the plane was close enough I shot twice. One missed, the other hitting the bottom of the propellor. Tintin had managed to hit, what was probably, the engine since a small trail of black smoke came from the plane.

Haddock, who had lost his balance while dodging the bullets, fell into the salty water. Soon coming back up. "You caught it!" He yelled in excitement. The plane landing a little end from where we were currently at.

Tintin jumped off the boat and into the water. I soon following his lead.
"Well done, my boy. You two, lassie." Captain Haddock said, clearly proud and somewhat relieved.

"(Y/N), Captain. Stay here!" Tintin instructed, taking a deep breath as he went underwater.
I hope he'll be alright...

-At the seaplane-

The pilots, two of Sakharine's men, had climbed outside. The one up front opening up the panel with the engine. A thick cloud of black smoke escaping from underneath, causing them both to cough harshly.

"Don't get your eyes off of them!" The first pilot instructed. The second one now keeping a close eye on the white lifeboat up ahead. His co-pilot checking out the damage.
"Just as I thought, the ignition lead has been cut. The propellor also has some minor damage." The pilot concluded closing the panel again, "Lucky shot." He mumbled. The other guy grinning devilishly. "One more pass, and we will finish them off."

The two men chuckling as the turned around to enter the plane again. Only to come face to face with Tintin, who held his gun up to them. "Put your hands in the air." Tintin warned them. The who men frozen in their spots.

"Now!" Tintin commanded again, more firm this time. The two now holding their hands up. Knowing full well that if they didn't cooperate, this wouldn't end well...

-Time Skip-

Your POV

We were now all seated in the plane. Tintin and myself in the two seats in the front and Haddock on the second row. Snowy sat underneath the seats with (P/N).

The two former pilots sat in the back. Their legs crisscrossed and wrists bound together.
Tintin and I looking over the flight manual. I flipped through the pages, Tintin following the instructions I told him by turning a few buttons and pulling the lever on the outer left.

"Hey, you two do know what you're doing, he, right?" Haddock said, clearly concerned about the current situation.

"Uhm, more or less..." I said, trying to reassure the nervous sea captain. I turned on a few buttons before giving Tintin a nodd, who the pulled out a little handle on his outer left. The propellor began spinning around until it was at its full speed.
"Well, which one is it? More o-or less?" Haddock questioned again.

"Relax, I interviewed a pilot once." Tintin said, the sea plane now slowly starting to move. "And I had a friend in the military who flew with plains and choppers. He even taught me one time!" I said, looking over my shoulder to Haddock.

Snowy hanging out of the window with his head and paws, enjoying the wind in his fur. As we collided into some waves below while taking off, he was pushed back. Although, it didn't scare him. I giggled, pulling him back inside, placing him in between mine and Tintin's feet. (P/N) soon joining him.

The seaplane went up and down a few times before remaining in the air. I checked the panel to see if everything was in order, which for the moment seemed to be the case.
"Captain, which way to North Africa?" I asked. The plane and ourselves shaking as we flew into some turbulence.

I could tell by now, that the captain had not flown before by the way he acted. That, or he just wasn't a fan of flying. His face growing a little pale. " You alright back there, Captain?" I asked, flipping though the flight manual while waiting for an answer. "Ay." He said, not sounding a hundred precent sure of his own answer. We had only been a few minutes up in the air, when we spotted a familiar ship sailing up ahead.

"Captain, look!" Tintin said, he himself looking out of the window on to right where I was, looking down too. "We've caught up with them." Tintin smiled. Once we had passed it, we focused back up ahead. Haddock being the first one to speak.

"Wonderful! But you think we might find another way to North Africa, that doesn't take us through that Wall of Death?!" Haddock asked terrified, pointing his finger towards the chick dark storm clouds up ahead. The thunder roaring as the lightning struck down on the sea below.

I glanced to Tintin in an usure manner. The plane being made of metal, and knowing that metal and lighting didn't mix well, didn't exactly calm my nerves.

"Tintin, are you sure?" I asked doubting the whole idea.

"We can't turn back, (Y/N). Not now..." Tintin said, although it sounded more to convince himself, the look on his face telling a whole different story. Haddock behind us sighting, in both fear and sadness.

"Not now..." Tintin mumbled.

And with that, we went in. Flying into the pack of black storm clouds.