Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 17
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Panel 1: Roka schießt an der Oberfläche empor und klammert sich an den orangefarbenen Schwimmring. Er schreit. In der Ferne treibt ein kleines Stück der Insel davon. Roka: 'BAMYA!' 'GRANNY!' Panel 2: Stille. Roka treibt allein auf dem ruhigen, offenen Meer. Eine Schnur aus plattgedrückten Kronkorken, Bibers Halskette, treibt an ihm vorbei, und Bamyas kleine gelbe Spielzeugente wippt auf ihn zu.
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Roka taucht schreiend nach Bamya und Granny auf; dann beobachtet er allein im ruhigen Meer, wie eine Schnur aus Kronkorken und eine gelbe Ente auf ihn zutreiben.
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.