The fate of the third was lost to history but apparently not to the Russians. "Saturday, the first of October, in the year of Our Lord, 1881." Jenny and Craig translated a bit of a diary entry included in the journal. "We are blessed. Our prayers have been answered. After a night of storms, huddled under a tarp, bilging our boat hourly, the day broke calm and bright. Across the seas, an island appeared. Not land. God is not that kind to sailors. It was a berg, pocked with caves, enough to get out of the storms and seas for a spell. We took what refuge we could and discovered the carcasses of some strange sea beasts, preserved in the ice. Starving as we were, any meat was good meat, and this was especially tasty. Sweet on the tongue. God be praised."Jenny glanced around the room. Everyone in the barracks room knew what "beasts" had been discovered on that lone iceberg. Grendels. Even the meat being notably sweet was consistent with Dr. Ogden's comparison of the grendel's physiology to that of the Arctic wood frog. Like the frogs, it was a glucose, or sugar, that acted as the cryoprotectant.
