Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 11
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Bild 1: Bamya springt auf und zeigt mit dem Finger. Bamya: „Roka! Schau!“ Bild 2: Von hinten sind die beiden Jungen zu sehen; ein riesiges Schiff mit Flickensegeln liegt weit entfernt am Horizont und wirkt klein. Roka: „Das Gartenschiff …“ Bild 3: Bamya klammert sich an seine Ente; Roka schirmt seine Augen ab. Bamya: „Kommt es, um uns zu holen?“ Roka: „Niemand kommt, um uns zu holen.“
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Bamya weist auf ein riesiges Schiff mit Flickensegeln am Horizont, während Roka seine Augen abschirmt.
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.