They fled through the collapsing cave, seawater rushing in behind them. Vega and his men were trapped by falling rocks. As they burst onto the beach, the island itself seemed to groan—and then, with a final belch of smoke, the volcanic vent sealed shut, burying the Eye forever. Back at Marlinspike Hall, Captain Haddock raised a glass. “To the bottom of the sea with that cursed serpent!”
“The what?” Tintin asked.
“Tintin! Someone broke into my laboratory! They stole my geomagnetic resonator—but worse—they left this .” A fax whirred through. It was a crude drawing of a compass rose, but instead of North, the needle pointed to a serpent swallowing its tail.
A small, oilskin-wrapped parcel had been shoved under the door. as aventuras de tintin
“Place the disk here,” Calculus said, pointing to a depression in the altar’s center.
A deep rumble shook the cave. The floor cracked. Steam hissed from the walls.
That night, as Tintin studied the disk under a lamp, a crewman lunged with a garrote. Snowy bit the man’s ankle. Haddock, woken by the commotion, dispatched the attacker with a well-aimed whisky bottle. They fled through the collapsing cave, seawater rushing
Want a sequel? Perhaps the serpent’s compass points to another island... or another era.
1. A Cryptic Delivery The rain hammered against the windows of 26 Labrador Road. Tintin, hunched over his desk, was reviewing proofs from his latest adventure in Peru when Snowy let out a sharp Woof!
“Thundering typhoons! I’ve seen this before—on a wreck off the Azores. My great-grandfather, Sir Francis Haddock, wrote about it in his private log. A ‘Serpent’s Compass’—it doesn’t point North. It points to the Island of the Dead Sun .” Back at Marlinspike Hall, Captain Haddock raised a glass
But the intruders hadn’t thought so. And now Calculus’s resonator—a machine that could amplify magnetic pulses—was in their hands. Within hours, Tintin, Haddock, Snowy, and a grumbling Calculus (who insisted on coming to “protect his scientific honor”) were aboard a cargo freighter bound for the Azores. Their only clue: the disk’s symbols matched a sea cave on the island of Corvo.
“That’s the same symbol,” Tintin murmured, glancing at the disk. Captain Haddock, nursing a glass of Loch Lomond whisky in the next room, squinted at the disk. His weathered fingers traced the symbols.