Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 15
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Panel 1: Roka, sujetando el flotador naranja, se vuelve mientras las gigantescas fauces de Maw se cierran sobre la mitad de la isla que se hunde. Roka: '¡ABUELA!' Panel 2: Una pared de agua blanca. Dos manos, las de Roka y Bamya, se deslizan separándose entre la espuma. Bamya: '¡ROKA!'
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Roka se aferra al flotador mientras las fauces del monstruo se cierran sobre la mitad de la isla que se hunde; las manos de él y Bamya se separan entre la espuma.
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.