Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 19
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Panel 1: El atardecer tiñe de rosa y dorado el mar vacío. Roka se queda sentado en silencio en el flotador naranja, mirando al pequeño pato amarillo que tiene en las manos. Panel 2: Primer plano de su rostro a la luz del atardecer: las lágrimas le corren por las mejillas mientras aprieta los dientes, intentando no llorar.
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Al atardecer, Roka se queda sentado en silencio en el flotador, mirando al pato amarillo; luego llora con los dientes apretados.
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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.