It was too cold to sleep. Violet marveled at the fact that her younger siblings could still sleep peacefully in the bitterness of the winter air. Not to mention how uncomfortable the small boat was, and that they were in the company of a murderer and arsonist. Perhaps children could sleep through anything, or the two of them were too exhausted from the long day. Either way, Violet was the only person awake for miles and desperately needed something to keep her from shivering for the whole night.

The Count stirred in his sleep. Violet probably wouldn't have noticed if his loud snoring hadn't suddenly stopped. She wondered if she should pretend to be asleep so he wouldn't bother her when he awoke. She was terrified of him, ever since he almost married her on that day that seemed so long ago.

The second his eyes fluttered open hers shut tightly. She didn't want to talk to him, look at him, or have anything to do with him right now. Or ever, for that matter. She hoped she could stop shaking enough that he could believe she was actually asleep and not bother her. The boat creaked as Count Olaf sat up. His joints mimicked the boat as he stretched as much as he could in the small area he was given.

"Are you having a seizure or something?" a wheezy voice asked, breaking the silence. The surprise made Violet's eyes unintentionally open. Once they focused, she found the Count's pale blue eyes staring right at her.

"No, I'm just shivering from the cold." Since Violet was a nice girl, even to people she didn't like, she didn't point out that she was obviously only shivering because he was too.

"You probably should've dressed warmer, like me." Count Olaf said. She rolled her eyes.

"I didn't have time to change; we were escaping a burning building."

He rolled his eyes in a similar fashion. "Well geez, what am I supposed to do about it?"

Violet wasn't sure how to respond to that. "I…wasn't expecting you to do anything, really…"

"It was a rhetorical question, Violet." She shuddered when he said her name. How did he make everything that came out of his mouth sound like a threat?

"Anyway, looking at you be cold is making me cold, so you should get that under control." He turned his back to her and laid back down.

Violet thought it was pointless to tell him that he was cold because they were in the middle of the ocean and not because of her. She sighed and slowly stood up. As quietly as she could, she crept over to where her siblings were sleeping. Klaus looked like a child again, with his arms wrapped protectively around Sunny. Violet gave them both a gentle kiss on the forehead, careful not to wake them up. Their skin was warm to the touch.

Violet went back to her sleeping spot and wrapped her arms around her legs to try and get warm. Despite the cold, she eventually drifted off into sleep where she dreamed of a world where there was no treachery, no sadness, but most of all, no Count Olaf.

She awoke to blackness the next morning. Terrified, she sprang up, only to feel something running down her back. She quickly reached to grab whatever it was. It was soft, and she brought it towards her face to examine. When she realized what it was, she gasped and threw it reflexively.

It was Count Olaf's jacket.