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SIR FRANCIS HADDOCK:Forgive me,my dear old Unicorn...Forgive me...

PIRATE:Curse you,Haddock!...Curse you and your _(1)_ descendants...You'll never escape.We'll follow you all the way to your accursed island in Brittany!Good-for-nothing mangey old cur!

TINTIN:Captain!Captain!____(2)____!What did you JUST SAY,Captain?What did the pirate say to your ancestor?

HADDOCK:Err...Curs-ed Haddock?

TINTIN:No!After that...

HADDOCK:..Good-for-nothing,mangey old cur?

TINTIN:No,no...you just said it:"We'll follow you"

HADDOCK:...all the way to your accursed island in Brittany?'

TINTIN:That's it!!That's where we need to look!In Brittany.In France!

HADDOCK:What do you mean?Where's that?

TINTIN:Northern France.It must be your ancestor's hide-out...An island..Or a cave...Around here!Are you ready to follow in his footsteps,Captain?__(3)__ your ancestor wasn't such a coward after all...

HADDOCK:Set a course for Brittany,Tintin!