Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 43
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Viñeta 1: Desde el punto de vista de Roka, su mano derecha cromada se alza frente a un círculo de marineros de cubierta que lo miran fijamente; el ojo pasa de un rostro a otro. Tohum: «Doce. Trece». «Catorce...» Viñeta 2: Roka sostiene el antebrazo cruzado sobre el pecho; el ojo mira hacia arriba y se encuentra con su mirada. Roka: «¿Qué estás contando?» Tohum: «Lo que queda».
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Desde el punto de vista de Roka, el ojo de su mano cromada alzada cuenta a la multitud que lo mira fijamente; luego lo mira a él y responde: «Lo que queda».
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.