Walking Cycle #006

We depart at seven as always,
I pack the altimeter and a change of clothes.
Mr. Fogg is careful with praise;
A gentleman can never his heart expose.
Only a modest nod, rarely given,
Shows his appreciation for services rendered.
Yet I do not mind, for my master is driven;
To his desire for adventure long ago I surrendered.
With everything packed, I walk down
Ready for the places yet unexplored
Mr. Fogg awaits: “Come now, Passepartout! We must head into town!”
I nod, as we board the mechanical carriage,

To catch an underwater train bound for Paris;
Across the world in eighty days guided by polaris.

Inspired by the 80 Days Game by Inkle

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