“During Sir Francis’s time,” Calculus said, tapping a page, “the crown allowed private shipyards to use a code. ‘U’ stood for ‘Unicorn-class’—a fast frigate with a shallow draught. And the number…” He pushed his spectacles up. “The number was not the hull number. It was the chart number .”
Captain Haddock opened it with trembling hands. It was Sir Francis’s final testament—not a treasure map, but a confession. The Unicorn had been carrying not plunder, but a treaty that would have ended a secret war between two kingdoms. The ship was sunk not by pirates, but by a traitor in the Royal Navy. The three parchments were a decoy to mislead the traitor’s descendants.
That night, Tintin couldn’t sleep. He stared at the photographs of the three parchments. Sir Francis Haddock’s log entries were clear: Latitude. Longitude. Three keys. But the number UN-7 scratched at his brain.
Haddock squinted. “That? Just a builder’s mark. UN-7. Probably the toymaker’s batch number.”
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“During Sir Francis’s time,” Calculus said, tapping a page, “the crown allowed private shipyards to use a code. ‘U’ stood for ‘Unicorn-class’—a fast frigate with a shallow draught. And the number…” He pushed his spectacles up. “The number was not the hull number. It was the chart number .”
Captain Haddock opened it with trembling hands. It was Sir Francis’s final testament—not a treasure map, but a confession. The Unicorn had been carrying not plunder, but a treaty that would have ended a secret war between two kingdoms. The ship was sunk not by pirates, but by a traitor in the Royal Navy. The three parchments were a decoy to mislead the traitor’s descendants. The Adventures Of Tintin Secret Of The Unicorn Serial Number
That night, Tintin couldn’t sleep. He stared at the photographs of the three parchments. Sir Francis Haddock’s log entries were clear: Latitude. Longitude. Three keys. But the number UN-7 scratched at his brain. “During Sir Francis’s time,” Calculus said, tapping a
Haddock squinted. “That? Just a builder’s mark. UN-7. Probably the toymaker’s batch number.” “The number was not the hull number