Carlton Grey and the Final Fight of Grandpa

At first it seemed that we will get overwhelmed by the huge amount of red men, but the fight took a really unexpected turn, when the huge snake-thing started eating the red men who summoned it.
I think that this is a really dumb way to do religion. At home all our God wanted from us was to sing a few songs, and that a few men should wear silly robes while telling us stories about His favorite people and His son. That was quite manageable, but I am sure a lot of us would have stopped going to church if He tried to eat us on every Sunday. 

Anyway, with the red men gone, our only remaining problem was the snake. It was big and fast and deadly, and Krastus wanted to be eaten by it for some reason. Maybe he was suddenly overcome with guilt for all his actions in the past, and could not think of anything more constructive about managing it.
It took all our strength and skills to prevent him from getting eaten, and then it took an even greater effort to free our remaining crewmembers and escape from the giant snake.

While all these exciting things were going on, no one noticed that our guide went missing, and we had to try and find the way to the ship ourselves. I hope that the guide lady is all right. Her disappearance reminded me of the time when we came to Caribdus with Captain Williams, and the fate of that crew.
I always thought that just because we lost each other on a dangerous sea while being attacked by zombies does not mean that they weren’t all right like I was, but Caribdus is just really dangerous. Maybe some of them got hurt. I could not dwell on this long, because everyone was really tired, and we went to sleep, only to be awaken by an attack in the night! 

It was the red men again, who just could not stop trying to kill us. They really aren’t interesting people at all. We should make some effort to find some hobby for them like gardening or something.  On the other hand maybe they are only doing this to avoid getting eaten by their own gods, which would be an even more humiliating death.
The fight was really hard, and we almost lost. I saw a red man kill one of the rescued crew, Sira almost bled out after getting hit by an arrow, and worst of all, Grandpa got blown up in his heroic effort, to kill the red shaman. I went to avenge him of course, and can’t remember much afterwards. Heléne healed our wounds, and we found our way to the harbor, successful but beaten, and I could tell Serrene my tale of woe.
I brought Grandpa’s remains with me, to give him a proper funeral, but Sira said, that she might be able to repair him, so I am a little hopeful. I will try tying my lucky monkey foot to his barrel, to maximize her chance at success!