While Fix was carrying out his cruel plan, Mr. Fogg calmly walked through the city with Aouda. He bought her several dresses and travel supplies, ensuring she would be completely comfortable. Fogg wasn't worried when Passepartout didn't return to the hotel that night. He simply assumed the servant was exploring the city.
The next morning, Fogg packed his bag and called a carriage. He and Aouda arrived at the harbor at half-past nine, expecting to board the Carnatic. Instead, Fogg learned that the ship had sailed the evening before. He had lost his ship and his servant. However, Fogg showed absolutely no disappointment.
"It is an accident, madam," he told Aouda. "Nothing more."
Suddenly, a man approached them. It was Detective Fix, pretending to be highly upset. "Excuse me, did you intend to sail on the Carnatic?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," Aouda replied anxiously. "Do you know where our servant is?"
"He is not with you?" Fix faked his surprise perfectly. "I am terribly sorry. The ship's repairs were finished early, and it left without giving notice. Now we must all wait a full week for another steamer."
Fix felt his heart leap with joy. A whole week! The British police had plenty of time to send the legal papers now.
Fogg, however, remained calm. "There are other vessels in the harbor," he said, offering Aouda his arm.
Fix followed them, absolutely stupefied. Fogg spent three hours walking along the docks, trying to rent a ship, but they were all busy loading cargo. Fix began to hope again. Finally, Fogg met a local sailor.
"Do you have a boat ready to sail?" Fogg asked.
"Yes, your honor," the sailor replied proudly. "Pilot-boat No. 43. The best in the harbor."
"Will you agree to take me to Yokohama?"
The sailor laughed. "Are you joking? I cannot take a small boat of twenty tons across sixteen hundred miles of ocean!"
"I offer you a hundred pounds per day, plus a bonus of two hundred pounds if we arrive on time."
The sailor stopped laughing. He stared at the sea, clearly torn between the massive reward and the dangerous risk. Fix held his breath in extreme suspense.
"I cannot risk it," the sailor finally said. Fix breathed again. "But," the sailor added, "we could go to Shanghai instead. It is only eight hundred miles, and the ocean current will help us."
"But my connection to San Francisco leaves from Yokohama," Fogg argued.
"No, sir. The American steamer starts its journey in Shanghai before stopping in Yokohama. It leaves Shanghai on the 11th. We have four days. With good wind, my ship, the Tankadere, can make it."
"It is a bargain," Fogg agreed instantly. "Here are two hundred pounds in advance." He turned to Fix. "Sir, if you would like to join us?"
"Thank you," Fix muttered. He was thrilled to stay close to Fogg, but he felt deeply humiliated to accept a favor from the man he was trying to ruin.
"But what about poor Passepartout?" Aouda asked, extremely worried.
"I will do everything I can," Fogg promised. He went straight to the local police station, gave them a description of Passepartout, and left a large amount of money for the search.
By three o'clock, the little Tankadere was ready to sail. Fogg, Aouda, and Fix stood on the deck, looking at the city one last time, hoping to see the loyal servant running toward them. Fix was secretly terrified that Passepartout might wake up and reveal the truth. But the Frenchman did not appear. Still unconscious from the opium, Passepartout was left behind as the small boat bravely sailed out into the open ocean.