Chapter Two
"May I ask where are we going?" Klaus, the middle Baudelaire asked Count Olaf. Violet nodded in agreement and looked into Klaus. Olaf gave an eerie laugh at the kids.
"Ha! We are going to an island you will find very pleasing." Olaf said giving a sharp look at the youngest Baudelaire. "You, cook something while we get to the island, I've got soup cans around here. Search for them!"
Sunny left the spatula on the lap of Klaus and began searching around the boat for soup cans. Violet remembered clearly the fire that they had engulfed in the Hotel Denouement to escape from the authorities. They had possibly killed many people in the fire, including Mr. Poe, Esmé Squalor-the city's sixth most important financial advisor and ex-girlfriend of Count Olaf-, Carmelita Spats- a little spoiled girl-, and many more of their previous guardians. She used to think only of the people who might have died but now she wondered of something else. She kneeled near Klaus.
"Do you think someone might've survived?" Violet said in his ear. "Do you think he or she can possibly save us from Olaf's clutches?" The question she asked was the hardest one, because whenever they thought they were saved, Olaf or one of his associates would come and ruin the time.
"I don't know," replied the second Baudelaire, "but first we have to get to the island."
"Right" agreed Violet.
"Found soup." Sunny exclaimed as she held a can of soup in her little hands.
"Finally, now make food for us, we're starving." Olaf cried.
Klaus was thinking of something else. He thought about what Olaf had said on the hotel about their parents on the opera play "La Forza Del Destino" and some box of poison darts.
"Olaf, on the hotel, you said something about your parents, ours, and a box of poisoned darts, what does that mean?" Klaus asked. He was afraid he might have got Olaf to a sensitive point and he might do something suddenly. He was wrong. Olaf smiled an unpleasant smile and aimed to the Baudelaires. A tear slid down his rugged face.
"This is possibly the side of your parents that you never knew, orphans. It all began on the night of the play of "La Forza Del Destino". Your parents went to the play and, during the intermission; someone slipped a box of poisoned darts to your mother. Supposedly, Esmé slipped the box, but after some research I did I discovered it was my real true love that did it." As Olaf said these last words, the Baudelaires looked at each other. They were puzzled by Olaf's mentioning of his true love. They wondered who it might be. "When the intermission was over and the play began again your parents sat behind mine's and with a fateful blow I'm sure your mother didn't even think about, she killed both of my beloved parents. They were killers, orphans, just as you are according to The Daily Punctilio." Olaf finished. He gave a smirk to the three siblings who were astonished at the tale they had just heard. I cant describe how astonished the Baudelaires were. They were as astonished as when I found out one of my parents were still alive.
"They couldn't have done that, you must be lying." Violet said.
"They were noble." Sunny said.
"They were our parents." Klaus said.
"But they were killers." Olaf said.
The siblings returned to their work. They felt disappointed at the way their parents had behaved. They thought they were noble people but they couldn't be after their actions.
"Well, well, well, it seems we have finally arrived." Olaf said "Children, welcome to Olaf-Land."