Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 7
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Panel 1: La tripulación se dispersa. Kabak y Biber corren en una dirección; Roka corre a toda velocidad por un puente hecho de botellas atadas, con el pez en alto, sonriendo mientras mira hacia atrás. Roka: «¡Buenos días, abuela!» Panel 2: Lahana lanza estocadas al aire con su lanza. Lahana: «¡Ese es mi desayuno!» Panel 3: Roka se agacha sobre una caja amarilla que se bambolea, agitando el pez. Roka: «Lo era». «ERA tu desayuno».
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Roka huye por un puente de botellas con el pez mientras Lahana la ataca con su lanza; luego se burla de ella desde una caja flotante.
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.