Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 25
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Panel 1: Una larga sombra cae sobre Roka, envuelto en una lona junto a un barril con el pato. Turp se cierne sobre él con su bichero; Pancar está detrás. Turp: «En pie, vagabundo.» Panel 2: Pancar levanta a Roka; la lona cae. Turp: «Regla del capitán.» «Lo que sacamos del mar trabaja.» Panel 3: Turp señala con su bichero una escotilla abierta que resplandece con una luz anaranjada. Turp: «Haces girar las ruedas, comes.» «Dejas de hacerlas girar, no comes.» Panel 4: Pancar empuja a Roka hacia la escalera de acero que baja; Roka se agarra a las barandillas, con el pato metido en la chaqueta. Turp: «El turno empieza con la próxima campanada.»
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Los guardias levantan a Roka y le explican la regla del capitán: todo el que sacan del mar hace girar las ruedas para comer; Pancar lo empuja escaleras abajo hacia las ruedas.
About this chapter
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.