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.

The real treasure was the truth.

“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 .” The Adventures Of Tintin Secret Of The Unicorn Serial Number

“Everything,” Tintin murmured. He gently lifted the mainmast. A tiny, almost invisible engraving caught the lamplight. “Look here, Captain.” That night, Tintin couldn’t sleep

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.

The real treasure was the truth.

“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 .”

“Everything,” Tintin murmured. He gently lifted the mainmast. A tiny, almost invisible engraving caught the lamplight. “Look here, Captain.”