Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 22
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Panel 1: Nane, ein sommersprossiges Mädchen mit mintgrünem Bob und Flaschenbodenbrille, schwingt an einem Seil den bemalten Schiffsrumpf hinunter und streckt die Hand aus. Nane: „Hey! Floßratte!“ „Lebst du noch?“ Panel 2: Roka, benommen und halb bewusstlos in dem orangefarbenen Schwimmring, blinzelt zu ihr hinauf und hält die Ente fest. Roka: „… Ist das der Garten?“ Panel 3: Nane grinst und hakt den Schwimmring mit einem kleinen Enterhaken ein. Nane: „Klar, Kleiner.“ „Willkommen im Garten.“
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Nane schwingt sich an einem Seil den Schiffsrumpf hinunter zu Roka, der benommen in seinem Schwimmring treibt, fragt, ob das hier der Garten ist, und sie hakt den Schwimmring ein.
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.