Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 14
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Panel 1: Roka agarra la mano de Bamya y corre mientras el suelo flotante se inclina y se agrieta detrás de ellos. Roka: '¡No sueltes!' Panel 2: Al otro lado de la brecha cada vez más ancha, Lahana, con el agua hasta la cintura en la mitad que se hunde, lanza un flotador naranja hacia Roka. Lahana: '¡Agárrate a él, pequeña gaviota!'
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Roka arrastra a Bamya por la isla inclinada mientras esta se agrieta; Lahana, con el agua hasta la cintura, le lanza a Roka un flotador naranja.
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.