Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 23 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Panel 1: El flotador naranja con Roka inerte dentro cuelga de una cuerda a media altura del casco remendado, goteando, mientras Nane sube por una escala de cuerda a su lado. Nane: '¡Súbanlo!' Panel 2: Dos marineros levantan a Roka por encima de la barandilla roja, sujetándolo por debajo de los brazos; el pato está metido en su chaqueta. Panel 3: Roka se desploma sobre la cubierta de acero, tosiendo. Nane se arrodilla y le echa encima una lona azul. Nane: 'Tranquilo. Tranquilo.' 'Ya estás fuera del agua.'
圖片說明
El flotador de Roka es izado por una cuerda junto al casco pintado del barco; los marineros lo levantan por encima de la barandilla y él se desploma en cubierta mientras Nane lo cubre con una lona.
關於本章
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.