This is the second part of my grandfather's adventure.

It was about a couple of days into our voyage when I learned that Mr. Stanton was the leader of this expedition. I met this news with a glad heart as the company on the trip, besides my cousin of course, was not what my Aunt Gwenydd would call "polite". It never struck me as strange that Mr. Stanton, who said he was a traveling sales man, would be leading such an expedition. Maybe the seasickness had dulled my senses.. Or maybe I just overlooked this in my excitement. As I started spending more time with Mr. Stanton, the trip became much more enjoyable. Mr. Stanton was about my age, and, as I mentioned before, we got along just fine.

It was about the third of July when we spotted the island that was supposed to be in the vicinity of the lost treasure ship. For the next couple of weeks, we looked over a fifty mile radius for the ship. We had no luck... As the days tore on, Mr. Stanton became less and less pleasant to be around. As Mr. Stanton became less pleasant, I spent my days roaming the island. The island was small, with a size of about two square miles. In the center of the island was dormant volcano. This Piece of landscape intrigued me greatly, and I spent many days wandering around, up, and down it. On one such day I found the room. Near the top of the volcano I found a hole. As I explored this hole, I found a room that looked like it had been cut out of the rock by human hands. In center of the room was a hole, and in this hole I found it, the treasure.

As I looked at the treasure with great excitement and amazement, I noticed another hole in the side of the big hole. Looking at this hole, I started to imagine there was something moving. I took a closer look, and that is when I saw IT.... IT was something that resembled a snake but with the size of an elephant. I didn't really stay long enough to biologically classify it as I was out of the cave and down the mountain in what would have been a record breaking sprint.

When I arrived back at the boat, I told everyone what I had seen. Mr. Stanton did not seem to like what he heard. This would have been normal, but Mr. Stanton seemed to be angry at me! In what was a very short time, I found myself locked in the bottom of the ship with my cousin, wondering what had happened. The next day I finally learned the truth about Mr. Stanton.

The adventure of my grandfather will continue at a later date.