The whole group walked further inland, except for Isadora and Fiona, who were still bickering. They were trying to keep quiet, but everyone could hear little snippets of their argument, such as one or the other shouting, "No!" or, "You can't!"

     "Come on. We'll need wood to build your hut before the sun sets," Friday said, "We have our own little coastal shelf on the other side of the island. It's nothing compared to the one we left, but it has still given us little luxuries, such as clothes that aren't robes, occasional new food, even books!" She seemed so happy about the last one.

     "I can't believe you're really here," muttered Quigley. Duncan nodded. Then, a gust of wind blew, causing everyone to have to fight against it.

     "We thought we would never see you three again." Duncan managed to choke out: sand had gotten in his mouth. He then did an accidental but accurate immitation of Mr. Poe coughing.

     "Are Fiona and Isadora bickering over what I think they are?" Klaus asked, embarrassed. 

     "Yes," Duncan wheezed, "They both like you, and neither knew the other did, though everyone else could tell by the way they spoke about you, so now they're just starting to fight. They were very close, almost like sisters, but now..." He trailed off, staring up at the darkening sky.

     "Well, let's go!" Friday said; apparently the three had stopped while they were talking.

     Klaus, Quigley, and Duncan rushed to catch up with the group. They all sorted through the charred wood, except for Sunny, who was watching Beatrice to make sure she didn't get injured. 

      "You know, I can probably design a boat to get all of us out of here," Violet said, "if I could see the coastal shelf." Friday nodded.

     "I'll show you it tomorrow. Though it was nice to be in a new place, the scenery is quite venerable," Friday said, smiling like a two year old that had just drawn a picture, "Quigley taught me that word." 

     "Venerable" is a word which here means "A very run of the mill place which is quite small with bland old things on it," instead of just "aged."

     Isadora and Fiona both returned five minutes later, red in the face. 

     "Okay guys, I'm confused about what's going on with how we all got here," Sunny admitted, "As well as age, and how we are going to move all these people to the mainland, and how we are going to manage to find ways to make enough income to support all of us." Her siblings stared at her, as that was definitely the longest sentence she had ever spoken. And so each person told their stories.

     The stories of the islanders was the exact same as Friday's tale; everyone else died before they arrived there, and they rowed over from where they could just barely see the outline of land.

     The Quagmires tale was identical to Captain Widdershins and Fiona and Hank; they all crashed and nearly drowned, but the mysterious underwater vehicle shaped like a question mark pulled them above water and brought them to the island. 

     "And we don't know the two women's story," Jonah explained.

     "I think I might know how," Quigley said. "Those two worked for Count Olaf, but abandoned him later when they were ordered to throw Sunny over a cliff. They took a toboggan, and must have ended up in a situation similar to ours, and ended up here," he explained.

     "Now ages?" Sunny asked.

     Friday spoke up. "Ariel is twenty one, Omeros is twenty, Jonah is around fifteen, and Sadie is eleven, almost twelve. I'm nine, I think."

     "We're sixteen," The triplets said at the exact same time. They swapped shocked looks at each other in shock. 

     "We haven't done anything," Isadora said.

     "Even close to that," Quigley voiced.

     "Since our parents passed away," Duncan finished. Then the three of them did a little group hug, laughing the whole time.

     "I'm seventeen, Klaus is fifteen, and Sunny is almost five," Violet said, "Oh, and Beatrice is one."

     "Aye, I'm forty, Fiona's seventeen, and Cookie?" Captain Widdershins asked.

     "I'm forty, as well," Phil answered.

      "Aye! I knew that! I was just testing you!" He claimed.

      "Well, now for the third question," Isadora chimed in. Everyone automatically looked at Violet. She blushed and answered,

     "I'm going to figure that out tomorrow when we have more time, since I need to fully examine any materials we might have," She said, "But for now, can we just finish the hut?" Violet asked.

     "Sure, in a moment, but one last thing," Ariel said, "How will we make any money?" She repeated Sunny's question. 

     "Um...." Violet stuttered, "I guess we have a plan, since, well, we do have a fortune."

     "But Violet, you aren't of age," Klaus pointed out. 

     "Knowing Mr. Poe, he'll have forgotten how old I am, as well as the fact I'm an inventor, you're a researcher, and Sunny loves to bite," Violet argued. 

     "Ugh, come on," Sadie complained, "Can we please sort this out tomorrow?" 

     "Sure," everyone else said. They finished the Baudelaire's hut, and all of them rested up for a big day of planning- except Violet. How am I going to do this? The question banged around her head, along with, 

     Am I doing the right thing? 

     If we leave again, will we be safe? 

     What will have happened in the time we were gone? 

     Does everyone still believe we're murderers?

     And with that final thought, the gears in her mind stopped turning and she fell asleep. But she would be awoken shortly afterwards.