Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 23
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Panel 1: Der orange Schwimmkörper mit dem schlaffen Roka darin hängt tropfend an einem Seil auf halber Höhe des flickwerkartigen Rumpfs, während Nane daneben eine Strickleiter hinaufklettert. Nane: „Zieht ihn hoch!“ Panel 2: Zwei Matrosen heben Roka unter den Armen über die rote Reling. Die Ente steckt in seiner Jacke. Panel 3: Roka bricht hustend auf dem Stahldeck zusammen. Nane kniet sich hin und wirft eine blaue Plane über ihn. Nane: „Ganz ruhig. Ganz ruhig.“ „Du bist aus dem Wasser.“
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Rokas Schwimmkörper wird an einem Seil den bemalten Schiffsrumpf hinaufgezogen. Matrosen heben ihn über die Reling, und er bricht an Deck zusammen, während Nane ihn mit einer Plane zudeckt.
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.