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HE'S THE BOY ARETHAHELENA He's the boy I've found. Nothing had interested Archibald Haddock more than the sea. When he was a boy, he lived near a port and used to go there, secretly followed his father. He would get several punishments if his father found out that he had sneaked into the port. But he didn't care. It was because there was nothing more beautiful than the sea. A fickle lady, every sailor's lover, his father always said. He—along with his childhood friend Chester—was fascinated with people working, those cargos, that huge place where things were sent and received. But above them all, he was in love with the sea. Wh

FEVERISH AND SPOILT ARETHAHELENA When Captain Archibald Haddock retreated to his room tonight, he was really thankful because he met nobody else in the mansion. Everyone had returned to their own rooms. The hall was really dark and quiet, but Haddock knew that the room was still messy. Nestor had cleaned the place since two days ago, and it was still messy as ever. That was because two days ago was Tintin's 29th birthday. The boy was more than an adult now, but his face was still looked like a lad Haddock had met in Karaboudjan, more than a decade ago. What made his birthday much glorious—and messy—were the guests. Blistering ba