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

He called himself a priest, and as I looked into Mr. Stanton's eyes, I saw a crazed gleam. He explained to us that the god, Ra-tu-binyon, must be appeased. He said that he had nothing personally against us, but that the serpent must feed, or he would destroy the world in his anger. I was in unbelief. Would my adventure end with me being consumed by a snake?

Mr. Stanton claimed that he had planned this from the very beginning. He said that we were just unlucky to find ourselves the object of his duty. His duty, he explained, was to find suitable candidates for the monthly feeding that was required to keep Ra-tu-binyon appeased. Ra-tu-binyon only accepted the "superior" beings of society, he stated, and when he met my cousin and I, he saw the perfect sacrifices. The plan couldn't have gone more clockwise, he bragged. I felt helpless. What could I do against such a lunatic when I was tied up in the hull of my own ship?

Over the next couple of days, I thought through at least 100 or more different ideas of how to escape the situation. I thought of bribing Mr. Stanton and I even thought of bribing the snake..... But every time I thought through the plans, I would always come across a flaw.

So here I am, a prisoner in the bottom of my own ship, and I'm waiting....just waiting. Mr. Stanton has informed us that the sacrifice will occur tomorrow. I have never felt so hopeless in my life. What should I do? What can I do? Will I become supper for a reptile? I don't know.....

But wait. An idea has just occurred to me..... It might work. It will require a life. But I would gladly give my life to save my cousin and countless other future sacrifices. Will it work? It needs to work...It must work.....

The fourth and final installment of my grandfather's adventure will continue...soon.