Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 10
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Panel 1: Roka y Bamya están sentados juntos bajo las cajas amarillas, de cara al mar; Bamya sostiene la mitad más grande del pescado. Bamya: «¿Por qué le robas a la abuela?» «De todos modos, ella te da de comer». Panel 2: Roka mastica, mirando al mar, con la sonrisa borrada. Roka: «Por eso». «Si me lo da, le debo algo». Panel 3: Bamya inclina la cabeza. Bamya: «¿Y?» Roka, de perfil: «Así no le debo nada a nadie».
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Roka comparte el pescado con Bamya junto al mar y explica que roba para no deberle nunca nada a nadie.
Acerca de 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.