Authors note: As you've probably noticed, this is a sequel to The Penultimate Peril. Also, it's my first fanfic so try not to be too hard on me. I know it seems really rushed but it gets better; I'd love it if you read and offered me suggestions.
The small wooden boat bobbed gently up and down on the sea swells.
"Tee hee tortle tickle," Count Olaf laughed. "Ho ho humphrey sniggle."
Klaus Baudelaire rolled his eyes up towards Count Olaf. "I thought you discarded your new criminal laugh before you reached Hotel Denoument," He said.
"How can a boy who reads so many books be so stupid?" Count Olaf questioned, "When I have achieved a particular triumph, I celebrate with my fabulous laugh! Triumphs such as finding you Baudelaire brats on a submarine and pulling you into my clutches, or Oho! Even better! Triumphs such as turning my worst enemies into my mini henchmen! Heh heh hexagon! Wah hah wafflemaker..."
But the Baudelaires weren't listening to Count Olaf's ridiculous laughter. What he'd said had hit them like a harpoon gun to the heart. The crimes they'd committed so recently were swimming in their minds.
Olaf noticed that their attention was elswhere and he turned to face then with that very famous evil shining glint in his eye and a grin on his face revealing his discolored teeth.
"Well Baudelaires, if you can't beat' em, join' em!" And he erupted into a fresh series of laughter.