The second Klaus saw Mr. Poe fall to the ground, his heart sank to the ground. He turned around to where the boat lay in near ruins from the storm. He saw the two Quagmires slowly begin to rise, and then turned to look at his siblings, before snapping his head back over to the Quagmires- two Quagmires? 

     Isadora was there, as was Quigley, but Duncan was nowhere to be seen. Trying not to panic, he turned around, hoping to see his friend behind him. But Duncan was still nowhere to be seen. 

     Quigley walked over to Klaus and said hoarsely, "I don't know where Duncan is, but-" He stopped, his look of assurance replaced by one of fear and shock. Klaus turned around to see what caused this reaction, and his stomach lurched.

     Strutting over to them, snapping a fresh piece of gum, and holding her signature pen and notepad in hand, was Geraldine Julienne, the very person that caused all of the Baudelaires troubles. Behind her was a crowd of people, probably also reporters for The Daily Punctilio.

      "I can see the headlines now!" Geraldine crowed, "BAUDELAIRE MURDERERS FOUND AT LAST! Wait until the readers of The Daily Punctilio see that! Ah!" She cried, stumbling slightly as one of her stiletto heels got stuck in the sand and rock blend that made up Briny Beach.

      The next thirteen minutes where blurs as everyone was put into two large minivans and driven to the News Station. The next thing Violet knew, her siblings, herself, and all of the others were being interrogated.

      "Where have you been?" A reporter called out.

       "Why did you murder Jacques Snicket?" Another woman shrieked.

       "Who's the baby your holding now, Veronica?" Someone shouted

       "What are you planning to do next?" A male reporter hollered.

       "When are you going to get out of prison?" Somebody asked, loudly.

        After the crowd of reporters had shut their traps, a rather rude term for "become silent," Violet spoke,

       "We were stranded on an island for over a year until we left by boat."

      "We did not murder Jacques Snicket, Count Olaf did," Klaus said, "And Count Olaf was murdered as well."

       "Probably by you!" Yet another reporter said, this time a rather large woman with an equally large scowl on her face.

       "Next, their names are not Veronica, Kylde, and Susie, they are Violet, Klaus and Sunny." Fiona said calmly.

       "We don't care what their names are! All we know is that their faces are going on the front page of The Daily Punctilio! Now answer my coworker! Who is that child?"

       "That child has a name!" Sunny said loudly, "And it's Beatrice Snicket!"

       "The man you murdered's niece?" The same reporter said. Pens scratched on notepads as the reporters struggled to write all of it at once.

       "For the last time," Violet said, exasperated, "We did not murder Jacques Snicket!"

       "Of course you did! The Daily Punctilio said so!" 

       "You work for The Daily Punctilio," Klaus said impatiently, "So that hardly matters!"

       "Of course it matters!"

       "Why?" Sunny said.

       "Because I said so, you buck-toothed kid!"

       "We are going to clear our names as soon as possible," Violet said, taking deep breaths, a thing she did only when she absolutely had to.

        "Oh, but you can't!" A voice rang out.

        "What? Why can't we?" Quigley said back.

        "It's a new law in the city! Here in the rulebook it states, 'Criminals cannot clear their names as a result of the fact they are criminals, and will therefore lie.'"

       "Who made up that law?" Quigley demanded.

       "Why, the city's most important financial advisor, of course!" Someone said.

      "And who is the city's most important financial advisor?" Hector asked.

      "Esme Gigi Genevive Squalor," Geraldine Julienne said.

       "Well, can we bail ourselves out with our fortune, right?" Sunny said.

        "We'll see about that," Mr. Poe said, walking in. "Meanwhile, we need to get you to our home-" He was cut off when he saw the Quagmires. "Good god! Is that you, Quagmires?" Mr. Poe said in amazement.

      "Well, it's not Duncan and Isadora, it's Quigley and Isadora. Duncan is missing, and we need to find him." Quigley said. He looked quite worried, but he was nothing compared to Isadora. She had not spoken, her hair was a rat's nest, her clothes were tattered, and her skin was sickly pale.

     "We found him," A reporter said quietly, "He's in the hospital. Nearly drowned, poor boy." 

     The reporter took off her sunglasses, and looked at the children with piercing blue eyes. 

      "Arthur," She said calmly, "The children must come with me," she looked directly at each child in turn.

      "But Eleonora," Mr. Poe protested, "The children's explanations and how we are going to clear their names immediately."

      "I will do that," Eleonora snapped, "And all of your friends may come as well, I suppose," She said sighing.

      "Why should we, Eleonora?" Quigley asked suspiciously.

      "Mr. Quagmire, you know about as much as I do about V.F.D, and we need to figure out what we should do." At the mention of V.F.D, everyone except the islanders followed her, and, seeing the others joining her, they followed as well.

AS OF MAY EIGHTH: I HAVE BEEN SUCH AN IDIOT! I ADDED IN CAPTAIN WIDDERSHINS! *facepalm* *facepalm* *facepalm*
And no one called me out for it...
:-P