Being lost at sea once is never a good thing, but being lost twice is  even worse. Unfortunately, the Baudelaires were experiencing their second, though Beatrice was quite enjoying the ride, not knowing what they were actually doing. I have not been in the exact incident the Baudelaires have, as I took the helicopter I convinced someone to let me borrow. However, I have an idea of what they were feeling- nausea, worry, and fright. 
    
      By day, Klaus and Violet's arms ached from rowing, seawater lapped on all four passenger's faces, and Sunny's eyes hurt from keeping track of Beatrice at every waking moment. By night, the boat rocked back and forth, making them restless. The ocean moaned and would send water onto the ship, getting them wet. The saltwater's smell filled their nostrils.

     They would be even more tired the next morning. It seemed to be an endless cycle in a non ending ocean. The situation was made even worse by the fact that the boat was the size of a large mattress, and had to be shared by four people.

     "Land ho!" Sunny shouted, alarming the others. She was quite the young chef, and enjoyed the challenge of cooking for her sibling and Beatrice in a small space.

     "What?" Violet shouted.  She had her hair tied up, studying blueprints that she had brought from the island. The island. It felt like years since her feet had touched land. It had only been two or three weeks, but when you saw the same thing stretching on for miles and miles, it felt much longer. With the hand not holding down the blueprints, she struggled to row. Her left hand was not her dominant one, it was twice as hard as it probably would have been with her right one.

     "Sunny's right, Violet! I see some sort of land!" Klaus hollered, pointing west. Violet gasped and began rowing as fast as she could, now using her right hand as well. Klaus, seeing how tired she was, put down his new book and helped her.

     "There's a figure waving at us!" Sunny shrieked. There was smoke in the distant air, but Violet could just about make out a small figure beckoning them closer

     "Is that you, Baudelaires?" a familiar voice called out. They had heard it before, they were sure of that, but could not tell who it actually was.

     "Yes!" Violet yelled over the roars of the ocean.

     "Come ashore!"

     "Who are you?" Sunny asked. The last time they had met a mysterious figure on the beach, it had been a young girl who had helped the Baudelaires quite a bit.

     "I'm surprised that you wouldn't have recognized me or my voice," The voice said as the elder Baudelaires pulled the boat onto the sand, "It has only been a year or so by now."

     "Where are we?" Klaus questioned. He didn't recognize it at all.

     "Why, the place all- well, most of us- left for a year ago. Some of us survived even though this place was nearly burnt to the ground when we arrived."

     "Show yourself, please," Sunny insisted, still in the boat. She was holding Beatrice, who was fussing. And so a figure stepped out of the fog. She had certainly changed in the last year. 

     Friday Caliban had waist length brown hair and was smiling exactly as she had when she first met the Baudelaires. She had grown quite a lot, but she clearly was the same cheerful girl the Baudelaires had known her to be. The last time they had seen her, she had regretfully left the Baudelaires with her fellow islanders for a horseradish factory.

     This time it was Klaus's turn to gasp.

     "Friday?"

     "How...?" Sunny started, unable to find the question to ask first.

     "Fri?" Beatrice tried, wondering what the others were talking about.

     Almost as if reading the children's minds, Friday spoke, "I-I  grabbed an apple from the water. Most of the others refused to eat something so strange, but Ariel, Omeros, Jonah, and Sadie agreed to eat a part. The others died. Including mother." At this, Friday seemed to get a bit more emotional. "I don't know where father is, or if he's even alive." 

     "And Ishmael?" Violet inquired.

     "Dead. He's the one person I'm not sorry for."

     The Baudelaires approached the line where the sand and grass met. 

     "Is there anyone else besides you five?" Klaus asked.

     "There aren't very many people. There's the five of us, two women who will never talk to anyone but each other, and these six other people that will not talk to us, and if they do talk, it's in some sort of language that only they understand." The Baudelaires glanced at each other with questioning looks. "Hey guys! I found some people you may want to meet!" Friday shouted over her shoulder.

     Ariel and Sadie came running out of nowhere. Like Friday's, their hair was down past their waists. Ariel was making frantic attempts flip her hair over her shoulders. Next came Jonah and Omeros. They talked to each other in hushed voices as they approached the group. 

     "Baudelaires?" Sadie asked incredulously.

     "It is them," Jonah spoke, "Come! we must introduce you to the others!"

      "Wait!" Sunny cried, looking around frantically, "Where's Beatrice?" Sunny had set Beatrice down for a second, so as to try and calm her down. Klaus's eyes widened as he headed back to the boat. Just moments later he came back clutching Beatrice, who had cake smothered all over her face.

     "Cake!" She shrieked, squirming in Klaus's arms. "Vi! Macco!" Which meant, "Violet! Help me!" Violet took her from Klaus's arms and cradled the infant.

     "Who's child is that?" Omeros asked.

     "She's Kit Snicket's daughter." Violet answered. There was no need to add that Kit, my Aunt, had died; it went without question that if Kit wasn't with them, she was probably in the grave. The group began to walk towards the wooden huts.

     "We don't have to deal with coastal flooding, since it only floods in the back of the island, which is quite far from where we built the huts," Ariel explained.

     "There's the two women's hut, and then there's two huts for those other six, there's mine, Ariels, and Sadie's, then Omeros and Jonah's hut," Friday said, pointing to each of the huts in turn. The Baudelaires nodded simultaneously. "And then, we can build you four a hut if you'd like," Friday offered.

     "Oh, here they come now!" Omeros exclaimed. And sure enough, five figures were walking towards them;  four were very tall, and one was Violet's height. When they got closer and closer, it became clear who they were. Captain Widdershins had his hand on Fiona's shoulder, directly staring at the four through her triangle shaped glasses. Phil was on Captain Widdershins other side, audibly murmuring something to him. Then two others came; the two powdered face women. When they saw the Baudelaires, their eyes went wide and they turned back around.

     Then three figures emerged into the sunlight. When Isadora Quagmire laid eyes on the Baudelaires, she simply fell. Her brothers caught her just in time. 

     Fiona stepped out of the line and was the first to speak. She still had her triangle shaped glasses and, last time the Baudelaires had seen her, was a mycologist and had kissed Klaus before abandoning them for her brother, an enemy of the Baudelaires from the start of their troubles.

    "Hello, Klaus," she said coldly. That moment brought back so many memories that Sunny had a brain freeze and Klaus fell to his knees. Only Violet seemed unmoved. 

     "What is it Fiona?" She said in a similar tone. They stared at each other as they recalled what Fiona did to Klaus. 

      "Leave us alone," Fiona said, grabbed Klaus's arm and turned on her heel. Klaus struggled against her. Just as it seemed she had won the fight against Klaus, she came face to face with Isadora.      

     "Back off, Fiona!" she said coldly, glaring up at the taller girl. 

      Fiona let go of Klaus and began to argue in hushed whispers with Isadora. Klaus was suddenly released and fell hard on his side.

     "This is going to be harder than we thought," Klaus muttered, rubbing his injured side.