"There go Tintin and Eleanor."
"Did you hear about the hauntings that Tintin and Eleanor debunked?"
"Tintin, Eleanor?! Can I get a quote from you for the Newspaper?"
You could never hear one of their names without the others'. Tintin and Eleanor wer...
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"Red Rackham." Haddock spit at the man in front of him.
"That's right, my ancestor. Just as Sir Francis was yours." Sakharine answered.
"Unfinished business." Haddock growled under his breath.
"Oh, I'm glad you know the truth, Haddock! Until you could remember, killing you wouldn't have been this much fun!" Sakharine exclaimed, pulling his crane back to swing the arm around and deliver the final blow to his enemy.
Tintin and Ella watched, each from their own place, as Haddock's cabin crumbled into pieces and fell to the ground.
"No!" Eleanor shouted before running off toward the end of the dock where it fell.
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Eleanor's POV
I ran down the traces toward the end of the dock - terrified of what I might discover. However, instead of finding a body, I found Sakharine and Haddock fighting. I watched as Sakharine easily knocked him down - what I didn't expect was to see Haddock stand back up and start throwing whiskey bottles at him. He hit Sakharine right in the back, taking him by surprise.
I watched as Sakharine turned around and hit the bottles with his blade before they could reach him but when Tintin joined him on the dock and started throwing bottles too, he was easily overpowered. They knocked the sword from his hands and eventually knocked him onto the Karaboudjan's ship deck below.
They went to throw more bottles when Sakharine stood back up, with the scrolls in one hand and a lighter in the other. He held the scrolls over the flame, making Tintin and Haddock freeze. I gasped and quickly looked around to see if there was something I could do or use to stop him. I wasn't going to let him burn them. That would mean that all of this - the kidnapping, the plane crash, the Opera, and the drowning - was for nothing.
"The legend says, only a Haddock can discover the secret of the Unicorn. But it took a Rackham to get the job done. So you've lost again, Haddock." Sakhrine gave a sinister smile. I spotted a rope tied to a nearby post, it was attached to a rig above the dock. I quickly untied and pulled on it, making sure it held my weight. It could.
I dove off the dock and the rope swung me right towards Sakharine. I flew in between him and Tintin and Haddock, snatching the scrolls out of his hand and gracefully landing on the other side of the dock.
I smiled down at the three of them, feeling victorious. Haddock moved to the side of Sakharine, whispering something to him before decking him across the face with his fist. Sakhrine hit the side of the ship and flew over, screaming as he fell before hitting the water. Haddock kicked a bottle of whiskey over the edge for good measure and it landed right on top of Sakharine's head.
