Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 39
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Panel 1: En la cubierta soleada, Pancar sostiene a Roka por el cuello de la camisa más allá de la barandilla roja, con los pies de Roka colgando sobre el mar abierto. Turp se apoya en su bichero. Turp: 'Saluda a los Maws.' Panel 2: Primer plano del pecho de Roka: tiene el brazo derecho oculto dentro de la chaqueta y un ojo cian brillante asoma entre los pliegues. Tohum: '¿Van a matarte?' Panel 3: Roka cuelga sobre el agua, con los dientes apretados y el brazo derecho aún oculto. Roka: '...Sí.' Tohum: 'No. Eres mi única batería.'
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Pancar sostiene a Roka sobre el mar, más allá de la barandilla del barco; Roka mantiene oculto el brazo derecho mientras el ojo que asoma por su chaqueta pregunta si van a matarlo.
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.