Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 17 页
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Panel 1: Roka irrumpe en la superficie, aferrado al flotador naranja, gritando. A lo lejos, un pequeño trozo de la isla se aleja a la deriva. Roka: «¡BAMYA!» «¡GRANNY!» Panel 2: Silencio. Roka flota solo en un mar abierto y en calma. Una hilera de chapas de botella aplastadas, el collar de Biber, pasa a la deriva junto a él, y el pequeño pato de juguete amarillo de Bamya se balancea hacia él.
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Roka sale a la superficie gritando por Bamya y Granny; luego, solo en el mar en calma, observa cómo una hilera de chapas de botella y un pato amarillo flotan hacia él.
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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.