Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 2 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Panel 1: Los dedos de hierro de la garra se cierran alrededor del estuche. Su resplandor cian se extingue. El estuche: '...' Panel 2: Oscuridad total. Un susurro infantil: '3...' Panel 3: Vista desde el rostro de Roka dormido: Biber, una niña pelirroja, sostiene sobre él una bolsa abultada de agua de mar, mientras el grandote Kabak y el pequeño Bamya, que sostiene un patito de juguete amarillo, sonríen a su lado. Bamya: '4...' Panel 4: El nudo se le escapa de los dedos a Biber y cae una gota. Bamya: '5...'
圖片說明
La garra se cierra sobre el estuche y su resplandor se apaga; luego, bajo la luz del sol, tres niños sonríen junto a Roka dormido; uno sostiene una bolsa de agua.
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.