Plastic Sea (DE) — What's Left, Page 5
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Panel 1: Rokas Versteck unter gestapelten gelben Kisten am Meer. Roka richtet sich tropfnass auf. Biber wirbelt die leere Plastiktüte herum, Kabak lacht aus vollem Bauch, Bamya umarmt seine Ente. Biber: 'Morgen, Schlafmütze.' Kabak: 'Du hast schon wieder geschnarcht.' Panel 2: Roka wringt seinen Pferdeschwanz aus. Roka: 'Ich habe nicht geschlafen.' 'Ich habe geplant.' Panel 3: Biber beugt sich mit hochgezogener Augenbraue vor. Biber: 'Was hast du geplant?' Roka grinst und zeigt einen abgebrochenen Zahn: 'Frühstück.'
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Der durchnässte Roka richtet sich in seinem Versteck aus Kisten auf, während Biber, Kabak und Bamya über ihren Streich lachen.
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.