Everyone who was arrested at the unorthodox Shores of Brittania was now in the prison cells. They had been there all day now, and it was nighttime. Most of them found it hard to sleep, as they were in a strange environment. Even if they tried to, they would not be able to, as mosquitoes were swarming around in large numbers.
They wondered how the other prisoners were able to sleep in such an environment, where it felt like all the elements were working against their comfort. The night was cold, and the permanently opened vents and air-permitting bars of the cell did not help with that.
