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TheysawabigAmericanshipcomingalittlewayoutoftheport.‘Toolate!’criedtheseaman.‘Yourshipisleaving.’
PhileasFoggtookAoudatothebestshopsinHongKong.Theywentfromoneshoptoanothershop.Hepulledmoneyoutofhisbagandboughtherdressesandotherclothes.Thentheywentbacktothehotel.
NightcameandtherewasnoPassepartout.Inthemorning,too,Passepartoutwasnotthere.PhileasFoggandAoudawenttotheport.PerhapsPassepartoutwasattheship.ButtheservantwasnotthereandtheCamaticwasalsonotthere.
AnEnglishmanspoketoPhileasFogg.’DidyouhaveticketsfortheCamatic?‘ThemanwasFix.’IwantedtogotoYokohamaontheCamatictoo,’thedetectivesaid.‘Sheleftyesterdayevening.We’llhavetowaitaweekforthenextship.’
Fixsmiled.Butthedetective’ssmilelefthimwhenPhileasFoggsaid:’ButthereareothershipsintheportofHongKong.TheCamaticisnottheonlyship.Let’sgoandfindone.’
PhileasFogglookedforashipforalongtime.Shipsarrivedandstayed.Shipsleftbeforehecouldspeaktoanybodyonthem.
‘Areyoulookingforaboat?’askedaseaman.
‘Isyourboatreadytoleave?’
‘Yes.It’sasmallboat.Number43.Doyouknowthesesmallboats?Theyhelpthebigshipswhentheyarriveattheport.AndthisboatisthebestinHongKong.’
‘Isshefast?
‘Ohyes!Eightorninemilesanhour.’
‘WillyoutakemetoYokohama?IhadticketsfortheCamaticbutsheleftearly.IhavetobeinYokohamaon14thNovember.IhavetocatchtheshipforSanFranciscothere.Icangiveyouahundredpoundsaday,andtwohundredpoundsmoreinYokohamaonorbefore14thNovember.’
‘ButwhyYokohama?’saidtheseaman.‘WecangotoShanghai,only800milesfromHongKong.TheshipforSanFranciscostartsfromShanghai.ThenitgoestoYokohamabeforeitgoestoAmerica.’
ThiswasveryinterestingtoPhileasFogg.‘That’snotinmyBradshau’shesaid.‘Shanghai?AndwhendoestheshipforSanFranciscoleaveShanghai?’
‘On11thNovember,atsevenintheevening.Sowehavefourdays.Withthewindinthesouth-east,wecangettoShanghaiinfourdays.’
‘Whencanwestart?’askedPhileasFogg.
‘Inanhour.We’llgetfoodandwaterfirst.’
‘Issheyourboat?Oracompany’s?’
‘Oh,she’smyboat.Myname’sBunsby,andtheTankadereismine.’
‘Here’stwohundredpounds,’saidPhileasFogg.ThenheturnedtoFix.’Doyouwanttocomewithus?’
‘Er,well,Ier...’
‘Inhalfanhourthen,’saidPhileasFogg.
‘But“whatabout...’Aoudasaid.Andthenshestopped.ShewasveryunhappyaboutPassepartoutbutsheunderstoodaboutthebet.
‘I’mgoingtodoeverythingpossibleforPassepartout,’saidPhileasFogg.
HewentwithAoudatothepoliceinHongKong.HeleftaletteraboutPassepartoutandmoneyforhisticketbacktoEurope.
At3o’clock,PhileasFogg,AoudaandFixwereontheTankadere,andthelittleboatstartedherjourneytoShanghai.Thewindhelped,andtheboatmovedfast,tothenorth-east.Withthewindbehindthem,theycutthroughthesea,verynearChina.
Butintheearlymorningofthesecondday,theseaman,Bunsby,cametoPhileasFogg.
‘There’stoomuchwindnow,’hesaid.’WegettheseveryhighwindsnearChina.They’redangerous.’
Thenitstartedtorain,too.
Theweatherwasverybad.TheTankaderestartedtogohighupandthendowninthesea.Thenleftandright,upanddowninthewind,underablacksky.Withthewindbehindthemandtheheavyrain,itwasdifficultforBunsby.Buttheboatdidnotgodown.
Fixwasafraidandveryunhappy.AoudawatchedPhileasFogg.Hisfacedidn’tchange.
Itwasnight.Thewindwasworseandtherainwasworse.AoudafellbeforePhileasFoggcouldcatchher.
‘I’mfine,’criedAouda.’Forgetaboutme.’
Bunsbytalkedtohisseamen,andthencametoPhileasFogg.
‘Mr.Fogg,’heshoutedabovethenoiseofthewindandtherain.Theseaman’sfacewaswetwithrain.’Mr.Fogg,Ithinkthatwe’llhavetofindaportinChina.We’llhavetostopthere.’
‘Yes,’saidPhileasFogg.
‘Butwhichport?’saidtheseaman.
‘Ionlyknowoneport,’saidPhileasFogg.Hespokequietly,butBunsbycouldhearhimabovethewindandrain.‘Shanghai.’
Thenextdaywasbetter.Theskywasblueagain.Theboatwentthroughtheseafaster.At7o’clocktheywerethreemilesfromShanghai.TheysawabigAmericanshipcomingalittlewayoutoftheport.
‘Toolate!’criedtheseaman.‘Yourshipisleaving.’PhileasFoggsaid,‘Useyourradio.Saythere’saproblem.Wewanttheirhelp.’
WhentheCarnaticleftHongKongforJapanon7thNovember.Passepartoutwasontheship.
WhenFixwalkedoutofthebarinHongKong,Passepartoutwasasleepinhischair.Butthenawaitersawhimandgavehimsomewater.Hisheadhurtverybadly,andhecouldn’tthink.Butonewordwentroundandroundinhishead,’Carnatic!Carnatic!”
Hewalkedveryveryslowlyoutofthebar.HecouldseetheCarnaticfromthebardoor,andhewalkedtoit.Thenhefelldownforthelasttime.Thenextmorninghewokeupandhewasontheship.
Itwasasunnyday,andPassepartoutwatchedthebluesea.Hefeltbetter.Hewenttotheship’sofficeandaskedforPhileasFogg.
ButPhileasFoggwasnotontheship.Aoudawasnotontheship.Passepartoutsatdown.‘Whathappened?’hethought.
Andthenheremembered.Mr.Foggdidn’tknowtheship’–newtimetable.
Passepartoutthought,‘Hewilllosethebetbecauseofme!
AndbecauseofFix,too.’PassepartoutrememberedthebarinHongKong.‘IwillkillFix!’hethought.
PassepartoutwasonhiswaytoJapan.Hecouldnotchangethat.‘WhatcanIdowhenIarrive?’hethought.‘Ihavenomoney.Ihaveaticket,soIcaneatontheship—butafterthat?I’lleatalotnow,’hethought,’thenIwon’thavetoeatinJapan.’SoheatePhileasFogg’sfood,Aouda’sfoodandhisfood,too.
Onthemorningof13thNovember,theCarnaticarrivedintheportofYokohama.
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