Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 38
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Panel 1: Bei strahlendem Sonnenschein klettert Pancar aus einer Deckluke und zerrt Roka am Kragen hinter sich her; Turp folgt. Roka hält seinen rechten Arm in seiner Jacke verborgen. Roka: „Lass mich los!“ Panel 2: Die Matrosen blicken kurz herüber, sehen dann weg und arbeiten weiter, während die Wachen Roka zur Reling zerren. Turp: „Hier gibt es nichts zu sehen.“ „Weiterarbeiten.“ Panel 3: Pancar packt Roka am Kragen, hebt ihn hoch und schwingt ihn über die rote Reling hinaus über das offene Meer.
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Pancar zerrt Roka aus der Luke und über das Deck, während die Arbeiter wegsehen, dann schwingt er ihn über die Reling hinaus über das Meer.
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.