Leaving the bustling city on a small armored boat, the prisoner became
acutely aware of the shackles on his ankles and the guards on all sides.
As the din of the city was quieted, the convict took in the gentle sea
breeze, the smell of salt, and the singing of the gulls. Everything seemed
fine, and for a moment, he was at peace. Closer they came to the island
that he would never leave alive. From his vantage point on the boat, he
could see the stone, barbed wire walls towering above the tiny base
of the island. Lost in thought, he felt the vessel slam into the dock
and the guards shove him onto the entrance ramp. While walking up the
ramp to the maximum security cell block, he thought he would take one
last look back at the city he he never knew but nonetheless admired.
Turning around to view the distant boardwalk he came from, the guard on
his left knocked the prisoner over the head with a metal rod. While
blackness was still enveloping his sight, he heard the words that would
stay with him for life.

"We didn't tell you to turn around. By the way, welcome to Alcatraz."

Dreadnought [CHAOS] '93