Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 21 页
作者：Inkroost · 发布于
文字记录
Panel 1: El resplandor de la mañana sobre un mar vacío. Roka yace sin fuerzas en el flotador naranja, con los ojos entrecerrados, los labios agrietados y el pato amarillo sostenido sin firmeza contra el pecho. Una sombra gigantesca se desliza sobre él y el agua. Panel 2: Desde el agua, la proa del Garden Ship se eleva como un acantilado pintado de retazos rojos, verde azulado y amarillos; las velas hechas de retazos se recortan contra el cielo y las ruedas de paletas rojas baten el agua.
图片说明
Agotado y apenas consciente, Roka yace en el flotador naranja sosteniendo el pato mientras una enorme sombra se cierne sobre él; el Garden Ship, hecho de retazos, se alza por encima.
关于本章
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.