Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Página 39
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Panel 1: Auf dem sonnigen Deck hält Pancar Roka am Kragen über die rote Reling hinaus, während Roka die Füße über dem offenen Meer baumeln. Turp stützt sich auf seinen Bootshaken. Turp: „Sag den Maws Hallo.“ Panel 2: Nahaufnahme von Rokas Brust: Sein rechter Arm ist in seiner Jacke verborgen, und ein leuchtend cyanfarbenes Auge lugt zwischen den Falten hervor. Tohum: „Werden sie dich umbringen?“ Panel 3: Roka baumelt über dem Wasser, die Zähne zusammengebissen, sein rechter Arm noch immer verborgen. Roka: „… Ja.“ Tohum: „Nein. Du bist meine einzige Batterie.“
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Pancar hält Roka über dem Meer jenseits der Schiffsreling; Roka hält seinen rechten Arm verborgen, während das Auge, das aus seiner Jacke hervorlugt, fragt, ob sie ihn umbringen werden.
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.