Look away, look away
Look away, look away
This show will wreck your evening , your whole life, and your day
Every single episode is nothing but dismay
So, look away
Look away, look away
The Baudelaires, adrift at sea, wash up far off the map
Olaf's right behind them with a fungus and a trap
Our story ends in tragedy upon a coastal shelf
I beg of you, I beg of you, stop watching, save yourself.
Just look away,
Look away—
There's nothing but horror and inconvenience on the way
Ask any stable person, "Should I watch?" and they will say:
Look away.
Look away, look away.
Look away, look away.
Look away, look away.
Look away, look away.
"Cast aways!" Friday yelled. I was lining up to present a curious looking object I found on shore.
I recognized them right away. The Bauldelaires.
And the wicked old man who my father has told me about. That is, before he perished in a fire.
My name is Beatrice Snicket the second.
My dad, Lemony Snicket, perished, which means died, in a terrible fire when I was only twelve.
However, before he had passed away, he involved me in his secret organization, VFD. I was an active volunteer.
The very day before my father had perished, I volunteered to investigate this island, behind his back. A phrase here which means without a person's knowledge and in an unfair or dishonorable way.
My father had cared so deeply about me yet I repay him by voyaging to the great unknown.
I am to document my findings in a book which I like to call 'The Incomplete History of The Island'.
Of course, I had no idea where it was so I planned to just wait and see. I was informed so very little about what it was. Just that it was shaped as the symbol we liked to use. To my relief, the members had given me directions.
Unfortunately, the raft had collapsed.
Fortunately, I miraculously survived. I swam to the closest island I could find and had thrived off grilled fish and water I managed to have using my water filter.
It was The Island.
The news of my father's death was announced to me by the Daily Punctilio. The article washed up on shore two days after I arrived.
A day known as Decision Day.
It's where the islanders make the decision whether to leave or not. And they only have that one day per year. Where the water rises up to the lowest point of one of the rocks surrounding the Island like a wall and we could just float away.
But enough of that, now let us get back to the unfortunate events of the Bauldelaires.
In case you didn't know, the Bauldelaires' parents had also perished in a terrible fire.
The oldest one, who is yet to receive her parents' grand fortune is Violet. Like me, she has a knack for inventing. Knack is a word which here means an acquired or natural skill at performing a task.
The middle child, Klaus, is about the same age as me, just a month older. I would say he has a knack for research, but to repeat the same odd word twice, is an ignominy, which means public shame or disgrace, to the English language. So I shall say he has a special skill in research.
You may have noticed that, in fact, I repeated the word, perished, quite often. But that is because it is, as people would say, 'iconic', especially in the canon book series and tv show.
So, if you are thinking it, let me clarify, I am not hypocritical, but rather appreciative of the word play used.
The youngest child, Sunny Bauldelaire, had just passed her infant stage and has now became a toddler. She has a new found interest in cooking.
The Bauldelaires were sent off to some place. Although I did notice something fishy, AKA suspicious.
Did Ishmael just ask them to call him Ish? Not once in two years has that man asked the Islanders to call him anything other than his full name, Ishmael.
I shall investigate later, but for now, I better introduce myself to the Bauldelaires.
"My name is Beatrice Snicket." I said as I caught up to them, holding my hand out.
They both looked at each other then back at me.
"My name is Vi-" the girl said, taking my hand.
"No need to introduce yourselves. I already know who you are," I said, "Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire."
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The Incomplete History of The Island
FanfictionLemony Snicket is dead. But no matter, his daughter, Beatrice Snicket, will take his place to report the unfortunate events of the Bauldelaires. She had volunteered to investigate The Island. She had been stuck for the past two years. With too much...
