Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 10
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Panel 1: Roka und Bamya sitzen zusammen unter den gelben Kisten und blicken aufs Meer; Bamya hält die größere Hälfte des Fisches. Bamya: „Warum bestiehlst du Oma?“ „Sie füttert dich doch sowieso.“ Panel 2: Roka kaut und schaut aufs Meer hinaus; sein Grinsen ist verschwunden. Roka: „Genau deshalb.“ „Wenn sie es mir gibt, bin ich ihr etwas schuldig.“ Panel 3: Bamya legt den Kopf schief. Bamya: „Und?“ Roka im Profil: „Also schulde ich niemandem etwas.“
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Roka teilt am Meer den Fisch mit Bamya und erklärt, dass er stiehlt, damit er niemandem etwas schuldet.
About this chapter
In the dark at the bottom of the sea, something is counting. On Candyreef, a candy-coloured island of floating trash, Roka wakes to a water bag in the face from his street crew, lifts breakfast from the old woman who would have fed him anyway, and tells the kid who follows him that he doesn't owe anybody. Then the gulls lift all at once, and a Maw eats half the island. A day and a night alone at sea later, the Garden Ship fishes him out and orders him to walk its treadwheels for fish heads. Roka is nobody's slave, so he goes looking for something to steal instead, and breaks into a barnacled case dredged from the seabed. The silver dust inside climbs into his arm and says hello. It is polite. It is curious. It wants every human dead. And it has just started counting again.