"Folks were probably expecting a beach when they voted for this," Nick comments from his spot on the other side of the booth, his eyes still on the papers spread before him, his phone still buzzing next to them as mobile reports come in. He's been hard at working trying to put together some semblance of a map, various markings and lists guiding him for who is on what island. Along with Rey's dam, Nick's patrol routes were made useless by the change -- hell, they can't even patrol between the islands just yet. Maybe after they get boats made, they can figure out a system to make bridges...

But that'll have to wait. He scribbles a couple of names near the northern island, members of the Guard trapped there. "Well, they got a beach. And a lot more, from the sound of it. I doubt they were thinking about how much water there'd be, or the wind, or what the folks who can't swim would do."