A sharp cold sea breeze picked up, and the Baudelaire siblings moved closer to one another. The wind wasn't the only thing sending chills up their spines. Each had their own troubling thoughts to contend with.
Violet was thinking about their parents in a way she'd never thought about them before, Dewey Denouement and her part in his death, Quigley Quagmire; whether she'd ever see him again, Count Olaf; was there more to him than greed, villainy, and a very strong aroma of body odor, dirt, and spicy Indian food? And finally, she was thinking about whether or not she'd be able to invent a way to escape from the boat with her siblings.
Klaus was thinking about his parents and if he'd ever feel the same about them, Count Olaf and how much he had in common with the Baudelaires, but, Klaus thought thankfully, Klaus had his sisters to help him through their adverse lives. He was thinking about the Quagmires, namely Isadora, the sugar bowl, the mysterious underwater catalogue, and whether or not any of his research could help their situation at all.
Sunny was thinking about her regrettable arson and treatment to Justice Strauss who was one of the few good people in her life, Dewey Denouement, Count Olaf, whether there was any food on the boat for her to cook, and if there was anything nice to bite. Speaking of biting…
"Did you feel that?" Count Olaf barked suddenly alert. The siblings stirred from their deep trances. "It can't be what I think it is, can it?"
"Well," Violet started, "that depends what you think…" but she stopped mid sentence, and as she looked into the water, she knew it was exactly what Count Olaf thought it was. Her siblings followed her gaze and stared in horror.
"Déjà vu," Sunny whispered, as an unfortunate event from their past replayed before their eyes.