Hey there, here's a new story by me. Uploaded the same day as I finished The Other Series of Unfortunate Events. This story is about what I like to imagine happened after The End, when they sailed away from the Island.

Here we go!

"I feel like we've been sitting in this boat for months," Klaus drew his fingers through the water.

"If my memory on how many days and nights we've been here is correct, we've sailed for twelve days," Violet stated.

They were at an average sailing boat rate floating through the water, searching for the one place they wanted to step off on - Briny Beach. More than a year had passed since they last stepped on the gooey gray sand of the beach on the coast of the town the siblings grew up in. During that whole year, they had been living on an island in the middle of the ocean. The very island Count Olaf died on, and Kit birthed her daughter on. That little baby, Beatrice, was on the boat with the Baudelaire's, asleep at the moment. They had raised her for the entire year. All three of them looked at that as the most challenging duty on the island.

Now they were leaving; escaping, and they had been enduring that escape for over a week.

"Violet. I know we've planned doing this for months... but we haven't decided where we're going when we step ashore."

Violet looked out over the water, thinking quickly. She smiled at Klaus.

"I know where we're going," she said. "Who would take us in and believe us no matter what?"

Klaus let out a quick happy breath, and Sunny jumped up on her feet.

"Justice Strauss!" she cheered.

"Exactly Sunny" Violet gestured to her sister to sit back down, before she turned back to Klaus.

"We'll go to her house, and hope she's home."

"And hope she survived the fire."

Violet looked back at the water.

"Oh..."

She had forgotten all about that they didn't know if any of the people they cared about survived the fire. They had sailed away from the acrimony, and at some point in that boat ride, they got knocked unconscious by a wave. Later, they woke up on the island.

"Well... we need to have hope. It's what got us through everything. Let's make it the reason to get through this too," Klaus said.

"Seems like a good idea," Violet said as she looked up.

Then she spotted something behind Klaus' head.

"Klaus," she smiled.

Curious to see what she was so suddenly happy about, Klaus turned his head.

"Land!"

On the horizon, the Baudelaires could see the outlines of the very place they were heading for. Coastal Park Town. The town where they were born and raised.

"Home," Violet's eyes started watering.

"We have to sail faster," Klaus demanded.

Violet didn't disagree one bit, and they started paddling with their hands. The whole time they had been letting the wind have control, except for a few times when they paddled to change direction, but now they were paddling as hard as they could, and after about twenty minutes, all their effort was worth it.

The boat stopped as it hit the grey sand floor of Briny Beach. Violet and Klaus practically jumped out of the boat, and let themselves fall right onto the soft sand. Sunny climbed out and started jumping around in happiness.

"Violet," Klaus rolled over onto his back. "We're home."

Violet shook her head on the sand, not caring about how much sand got stuck in her hair.

"Not quite yet. We're in our home town. We just have to get to Kenny Street."

She stood up, and brushed some loose sand off herself. Klaus did the same, and went over to pick up the sleeping Beatrice in her basket.

"That'll be hard. It's across town."

He caught up with Violet, who was half way up the staircase.

"We'll just have to walk. It'll help take the cramp off our legs."

Klaus sighed.

"I just wished it could be a little closer, or that we could get a ride there."

"Anybody need a ride somewhere for a reasonable fee?"

That was a familiar voice; and line. The Baudelaires turned their heads to the left, where a yellow taxi was parked. A cheerful man in a Hawaii styled shirt was hanging out the window. His grin put an immediate smile on the Baudelaires' faces.

"Ishmael."

It was Ishmael; the taxi driver, and the more pleasant Ishmael. Not that miscreant who forced people to live on an island, and really only cared about himself.

"Oh, it's you!" Ishmael burst out. "The Herman Melville fans! Come in, come in."

Violet grabbed Sunny's hand, and they sprinted to the car and got in.

"You survived the hotel fire!" Violet said, as Ishmael started driving.

"I did! Now where do you want to go?"

"Kenny Street, please," Klaus fastened his seat belt under Beatrice's basket.

Throughout the drive across town, the Baudelaires and Ishmael kept up a steady conversation about what Ishmael had been doing, and the Baudelaires briefly explained their situation on the island, and the sleeping baby in the basket.

"Kenny Street!" Ishmael pulled up to the corner of the street.

It looked just like the Baudelaires remembered it. A bright road, with the most adorable houses they had ever seen. Cherry blossom trees along the sidewalk, and lamp posts there to light up the night.

"Thank you so much for the ride Ishmael" Violet thanked the driver as she stepped out of the car.

"No problem at all! It's so little of a problem, I'll even let you off paying!"

"Thanks, Ishmael" Klaus nodded towards the taxi driver, before they started walking down the streets.

The last time the Baudelaires were here was when they were in the horrible living situation with Count Olaf. They looked over at his house, only to see that it was being taken down. That was for the better. No one wanted that house, and it didn't fit the nice theme of Kenny Street.

Klaus, Violet and Sunny turned their glances from the unpleasant sight of Count Olaf's house, to Justice Strauss' cute abode.

"Are you ready for this?" Violet asked.

Klaus nodded, and they started walking down the stone path, towards the red door on Ms. J. Strauss' house.

At the same time, a 54 year old, brown haired judge was sitting in her living room. She was reading a law book, as she had a trial to judge tomorrow. The woman's title name was Justice Strauss, and she had had a lot happen in her life.

Aside from being a horse thief in her youth, she had been fooled into almost marrying a teenager to a reckless Count, tracked down that teenager and her siblings, held a trial that went extremely wrong, and escaped a fire.

Those things had happened just over a year ago, but it still haunted her to this fateful day. After spending over a month tracking the Baudelaires, she failed them for the second time. The children set the building on fire (for a good reason), and escaped in a boat down a waterfall. She hadn't seen them since. On multiple occasions had she tried to overcome the two times she let down the children she cared for the most, but it was close to impossible.

Now she was sitting there; sipping tea in her living room, only being able to think about the past times. Then it happened. Three knocks on her door. She found it strange; she usually didn't get visitors. Well, it was probably just someone who had come to tell her something about the trial tomorrow (although that would be an unnecessarily hard way to do that), or it was a salesperson.

Strauss got out of her armchair, and walked out of the living room, through the hall, and to the door. She sighed as she twisted the door handle, and pushed the door open. Outside stood three people she thought she'd never see again (and a baby). When the Justice comprehended what she was seeing, her hand immediately flew up to her mouth as she gasped.

"Baudelaires!"

Justice Strauss and the three children immediately threw their arms around each other.

"I'm so happy to see you, children!"

"We're happy to see you too, Justice Strauss" Violet said, smiling with her entire face.

"Where have you been? For a whole year..."

"On an island" Klaus explained as he picked up Beatrice's basket. "It's a long story," he added when he noticed Strauss' confused expression.

Violet and Sunny went into the house first, followed by Klaus. When Justice Strauss had closed the door again, she turned around, and first now noticed the baby in the basket.

"And who's this?"

Klaus chuckled.

"That's a long story as well."

Justice Strauss looked up at the wonderful children and smiled.

"Explain everything, Baudelaires"

The next fifteen-twenty minutes were dedicated to the Baudelaires telling Justice Strauss about all the things that occurred on the island. Afterwards, Strauss just looked at them, in disbelief and amazement.

"I'm so sorry about all the horrendous things you've had to go through, Baudelaires."

"You don't have to be," Violet smiled. "We're here now, and that's what matters."

Justice Strauss smiled as she felt her eyes water.

"Would you still consider living here, Baudelaires?" she asked, anxious to hear the answers.

"Certainly."

"Definitely."

"Yes!"

For the Baudelaires, there was no considering needed. They wanted to live with Justice Strauss.

"Wonderful! Then we'll just have to make it official at the bank."

Justice Strauss stood up, and so did the Baudelaires.

"Thank you so much, Justice Strauss," Violet said as she grabbed Sunny's hand.

"Please Baudelaires, Justice is just a title. Now that we are going to be family, call me Joanne," Joanne Strauss explained.

"Thank you so much, Joanne," Klaus changed Violet's thanks, and the soon-to-be family walked out of the house.

So, that was the start of a brand new story! This will definitely be shorter than my other story, because only a few significant things will happen, but I hope you'll enjoy it!

Next chapter coming tomorrow!