Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Página 4
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Muy por encima de un mar turquesa centelleante flota Candyreef, una aldea de cajas y lonas de plástico en rosa, cian y amarillo, unidas por puentes de botellas a pequeñas balsas. Las gaviotas se dispersan. Desde el borde de la isla se alza un grito: «¡BIBER!»
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Vista aérea de Candyreef, una isla rosa y cian de plástico flotante sobre un mar turquesa, de la que surge un grito.
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.