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Matthew was itchin' for a smoke.
The boat ride left him nauseous and he stumbled a bit on the dock, slightly dizzy. The whole time he was dumping his stomach contents into a bucket, the officers in his hall laughing at him. He had never handled sea sickness well.
Hope this fuckin' place has some tobacco plants, he thought grumpily, his stomach swaying uneasily.
Someone nudged him, which was not unusual, there were all the criminals in the Northeastern part of the country there.
"Excuse you," He said in his rough Boston accent. He was in no mood to bicker with some psycho.
He kept trudging on, just hoping to find a bed to fall into somewhere deeper within the island.
He was told by a friend of his in the Major ranks that there were twenty or so buildings for housing, each with a couple hundred beds. There was a bathroom for every twenty-five prisoners, and a kitchen/cafeteria for every sixty-five prisoners.
Either way, all he wanted was a smoke and a nap.