12 Passepartout Travels on Alone

CHAPTER 12 Passepartout Travels on Alone, and Grows a Very Long Nose The Carnatic left Hong Kong right on time, but with two empty rooms—ones that should have held Phileas Fogg and Aouda.

The next day, a bleary-eyed passenger with wild and crazy hair stumbled out of his cabin and made his way up on deck. It was Passepartout! Three hours after Fix had left him in that awful restaurant, he had woken up still dizzy from the knock to his head. He called out, "The Carnatic! The Carnatic!" as if he knew where he had to be. Barely able to stand, he pulled himself up and stumbled along to the ship. He fell on the deck just as it was leaving. Two members of the crew had felt sorry for him and carried him to his cabin. When Passepartout woke up, it was the middle of the next day. What will Mr. Fogg say when he sees me this way? he worried. What in the world happened to me? At least I have made the boat. Passepartout got up and started to explore

the ship. But he didn't see anyone who looked like either Phileas Fogg or Aouda. He went into the dining room to see if he could find either of them, but they were not there. Finally Passepartout asked a ship's mate if he knew where he could find Phileas Fogg. "There's no one by that name on board, sir," the mate replied. "Am I on the Carnatic?" Passepartout asked. "Yes." "On the way toYokohama?" "Yes." Passepartout fell into a seat as if struck by lightning. It was all coming back to him now!The monsieur must have missed the boat. Now Passepartout was on his way to Japan without a penny in his pocket. The trip was to take five or six days, so at least Passepartout had some time to figure out what to do.

When the boat docked in Yokohama, Passepartout stepped slowly off the ship and onto shore. He had nothing but fate to guide him as he walked the streets of the Japanese city. First he explored the European section of town. There he found many merchants selling their goods. Next he visited the French and the English consulates to see if they had heard any word from Phileas Fogg. With no luck there, he continued to explore the city. What shall I do for food? he asked himself as he walked through the crowded streets. He looked into the windows of rich and curious shops. He saw teahouses and wished he had the money to sit down in one. Passepartout stayed hungry for much of that first day and night as he strolled around the city. He walked and walked. He never rested —not even when it turned to night. By the next morning, poor Passepartout

knew he needed to eat soon. He could sell his watch, but it was very special to him. He didn't really want to part with it. After much thought, he decided to try and sing for his supper. But I am too well dressed for street singing, he thought. I know, I'll trade my clothes for something more Japanese. He came out of the clothing dealer with a few pieces of silver in his hand and a brand- new Japanese costume. He wore a long coat and a one-sided turban. I can pretend I'm in a carnival! he thought. Passepartout entered the first teahouse he came upon. Once he sat down, he ordered some rice with chicken and ate it very quickly. During his meal he thought that maybe he could find a job on a steamer bound for America instead of singing for food or money.

He thought, That way I have at least a hope of finding the monsieur! Passepartout walked back down toward the wharf. How will I find a job? Who will