Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 6 页
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Panel 1: El puesto de pescado de la vieja Lahana: cajas azules, peces plateados colgados de una cuerda, una sombrilla rosa descolorida. Biber se ha quitado el collar de chapas y lo balancea sobre el mostrador mientras el grandullón Kabak está de pie detrás de ella. Biber: «¿Dos peces por esto?» Lahana: «¿Por esa porquería? Una aleta.» Panel 2: Detrás del puesto, una mano con un tenedor doblado y envuelto con cinta roja levanta un pez de la cuerda donde se seca. Panel 3: Lahana se da la vuelta bruscamente con su lanza de tres puntas, con su ojo nublado encendido de furia. Lahana: «¡ROKA! ¡Gaviotita!»
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Biber balancea su collar de chapas para regatear con la vieja Lahana mientras una mano con un tenedor doblado y envuelto con cinta roja levanta un pez; Lahana se da la vuelta gritando.
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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.