Wednesday, October 30th, 8:24 PM, 1872

  As I write now I am aboard the Ragoon, being tossed upon the waves till I am feeling quite sickly. Aouda, in whose company I am now in, is, I fear, worse off than me, for she has never been on a boat before but once, when she was a young girl. Mr. Fogg is upstairs playing whist, and Passepartout is with Mr. Fix. He hints that Mr. Fix is not all he seems, with which I completely agree, though I believe that he means it in a different manner.

  

Singapore

  We stopped at Singapore today, at 4:00 AM, and Mr. Fogg took Aouda into the country on an early carriage ride, whilst I went with Passepartout to buy necessities. We boarded the boat again at about eleven o'clock this morning, and since then it has been quite stormy, and though he does not show it, I think Mr. Fogg is worried it would delay our journey. We have only half a day to spare and, though at first the wind was helpful when we used sails as well as steam, the canvas has been taken down and we are going quite slowly. Passepartout is furious. Now he is calling me to introduce Aouda to Mr. Fix. I shall write more when we have reached Hong Kong.