Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 12
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Panel 1: Alle Möwen auf der Insel heben gleichzeitig in einem Sturm aus Flügeln ab. Roka blickt auf, während ihm der Fisch aus der Hand gleitet. Roka: „Die Vögel ...“ Panel 2: Auf dem Markt auf der anderen Seite starren Biber und Kabak zum Himmel hinauf. Kabak: „Biber ...?“ Panel 3: Unter den herabhängenden Netzen der Insel steigt eine gewaltige, blasse Gestalt aus der Tiefe empor, eine Wabenstruktur aus sechseckigen Platten an ihrer Flanke. Panel 4: Lahana blickt auf das Wasser hinunter, das sich unter ihrem Stand aufwölbt, während ihr Speer fällt. Lahana: „In die Mitte!“ „LAUFT!“
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Alle Möwen heben gleichzeitig ab; Biber und Kabak blicken auf dem Markt nach oben; eine gewaltige, blasse Gestalt steigt unter der Insel empor; Lahana ruft, sie sollen rennen.
Sobre este capítulo
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.