Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 38
Por Inkroost · Publicado em
Faça login para ver esta página
A página 38 de What's Left é para leitores logados. Fazer login o trará de volta para cá — e uma conta é gratuita se você não tiver uma.
Transcrição
Panel 1: Bajo un sol radiante, Pancar sale por una escotilla de la cubierta arrastrando a Roka por el cuello de la chaqueta; Turp lo sigue. Roka mantiene el brazo derecho oculto dentro de la chaqueta. Roka: «¡Suéltame!» Panel 2: Los marineros miran de reojo y luego apartan la mirada y siguen trabajando mientras los guardias arrastran a Roka hasta la barandilla. Turp: «Aquí no hay nada que ver.» «Vuelvan al trabajo.» Panel 3: Pancar levanta a Roka por el cuello de la chaqueta y lo balancea por encima de la barandilla roja, sobre el mar abierto.
Descrição da imagem
Pancar arrastra a Roka fuera de la escotilla y por la cubierta mientras los trabajadores apartan la mirada; luego lo lanza por encima de la barandilla, sobre el mar.
Sobre este capítulo
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.