The Baudelaires (Unedited)

chapter thirty one

We ran down the ladder and back into the submarine, Fiona look shocked, "so now, Snicket, you come to me in your hour of need?"
"Yes, Fiona. Lock everything up we need to go down under." I instructed.
"No, I'm the Captain-"
"Now, Fiona." I was stressing.
She went over to the control panel and sank the ship, if you will.

"What do we do?" Violet questioned Klaus.
"We're stuck underwater, there's nothing we really can do." Klaus sighed.
"We keep going even if there is nothing to go for." I mumbled, "even if the danger lays ahead of us."
"Well said." Klaus complimented.
I smiled for a moment then sighed.
"Do you think they'd follow us?" Violet asked me.
"They always will." Klaus answered.
"That's true. Even though I deny that most of the time."
"They'll give up at some point." I said.
"Hopefully." Violet smiled.
"Hopefully." Klaus agreed.

Phil from the lumber mill had made dinner, this time apparently without bubblegum. It was fish, pretty ironic.
I couldn't trust anyone, that's all that I felt. I could only trust the Baudelaires and the Quagmires, at least what was left of them.
Quigley seemed very quiet, even though he was generally keeping Sunny occupied. He seemed upset.
I hardly are anything, I was zoned too far into my thoughts, my wild depressing thoughts.

After that, me and Klaus hung out in the library with Violet tagging  along this time. She was trying to make the light a little cooler, she said it were to be like the one in the shack but ten times better.
Klaus sat reading poetry, it didn't look like he liked it. He had a disgusted expression plastered across his face as he read it aloud, "his face was worst of it all, his eyes were too small...this poem isn't very good.." he trailed off.
I was reading up on Secret Organisations, the one book that I took everywhere with me.
I was just looking at what the spyglasses were originally used for, it was apparently just a sign of employment or something like that until Count Olaf's father had the idea of actual functions for it. The Baudelaire's mother invented the functions, his father designed the spyglass, according to Klaus.
"That's quite romantic how your mother and father and it together and they're being used still." I smiled.
"Yeah, I guess it is." He laughed a little, "do you think, when we're older, all that we make will still be around?"
I processed that for a moment, "maybe."
"What do you think we could do?"
"Find a new way to keep track of the people following us." Violet suggested.
"And how?"
"I'll find a way." She grinned.
"A way to store books when traveling without taking up space." I said.
"That's true, I've been noticing that whenever me and you were in the back of the cab, we were surrounded by books. I had to sleep on most of them, I was literally your cushion."
"You're comfy, big deal."
Violet laughed, "is he?"
Klaus went red and tried to change the subject, "so how are we going to get away from them?"
"Pretty comfy." I giggled.
"Klaus is a tomato." Violet grinned.
"Indeed he is."
"Be quiet, you two. You're distracting me from my judgemental mood." Klaus said.
"How bad is that poetry?" I asked.
"Very. It's catastrophic."
I took the book from him and started looking through, "oh, you're right."
"It can't be that bad." Violet sighed, putting down her screwdriver.
I passed the book to her and her view suddenly changed, "oh."
I laughed, "yep."
"Fiona has a bad taste in poetry." Klaus sighed.
"I need Sunny." Violet sighed and walked out.
I looked back at Klaus, he was closer than expected.
My glasses started steaming up.
"You need a tissue, Charlie." He smiled.
"You do too." I tried to avert the attention away from me.
He hugged me tightly, I didn't know why.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"That's what I am trying to ask you."
"Trying to get certain things off my mind, trying to leave those things behind."
"Pretty good couplet."
"I rhymed?"
"Yep. And what is this thing you are diverting your attention from?"
"You know what."
"Oh."
I hugged him closer, "is there anything left of her?"
"I have her bonnet and boots."
"Can I...have them?"
"As like a present, in a way. I'm trying to make it positive for you, not sad."
Oh my god, my birthday.
"Y-yeah okay." He let go of me and lead me to where we dumped the bags.

He passed me the tiny white shoes and bonnet, they were adorable. It suited Beatrice well, if she were here, they'd be covered in fish.
I looked at them for a moment, then a question popped up into my mind, "what's the date?"
"The twentieth of March." Klaus responded.
I went quiet, two days. Two days till the dreaded aging. I laughed slightly at my dramatised comment.
"What is it?" Klaus looked at my worried expression.
"You said the twentieth, right?"
"Yep."
"Oh god."
"What?"
"It's my birthday in two days. But, even though I just realised that, don't like...start preparing because I don't need anything.."
"Oh, Charlotte. I forgot."
"So did I."
"You're going to be fifteen."
"Yeah, big girl."
"You sound like Sunny when she turned four."
"Is that a compliment?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know."
"Oh?"
"I know. I am sounding absolutely stupid."
"Indeed, you don't want anything for your birthday."
"One thing."
"What's that?"
"We can, well I can, try to get a sanctuary and be free from all these unfortunate events. It's more like a wish, don't take that as a chance to make it a priority, Klaus."
"I'll try not to. Don't blame me if I do, blame my stubborn mind."
"Your amazing, intelligent mind?"
"Stubborn."
"Beautiful mind?" I laughed.
"No, stubborn, Charlie."
He kissed me.
"Perfect." I laughed.
"Oh?"
"Yes. You're good."
"I know." He bragged.
"Well, obviously at kidding