Tintin’s quiff flutters in the wind. Somehow, the whole ambience of the water encircling the ship had changed from a rather unpredictable and dark force of nature to a soft and beautiful one

As Tintin stares out into the open sea he hears Snowy bark and growl

“What is it Snowy?” Tintin asks, confused to why his dog is barking at water. When his hand meets his dog’s small and fluffy head, he notices, out of the corner of his eyes, a shimmering tail fin, splashing beside the ship