Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 5
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Viñeta 1: El escondite de Roka bajo unas cajas amarillas apiladas junto al mar. Roka se incorpora, chorreando agua. Biber hace girar la bolsa de plástico vacía, Kabak se ríe a carcajadas, Bamya abraza a su pato. Biber: «Buenos días, dormilón». Kabak: «Volviste a roncar». Viñeta 2: Roka escurre su coleta. Roka: «No estaba durmiendo». «Estaba haciendo planes». Viñeta 3: Biber se inclina hacia él, con una ceja levantada. Biber: «¿Planeando qué?». Roka sonríe, mostrando un diente mellado: «El desayuno».
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Roka, empapado, se incorpora en su escondite de cajas mientras Biber, Kabak y Bamya se ríen de su travesura.
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.