Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left, Page 8
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Panel 1: Al final del puente de botellas, la vieja Lahana se quita de un tirón una chancla y se prepara para lanzarla. Lahana: «¡Entonces cómete ESTO!» Panel 2: La chancla gira por el aire y golpea a Roka en la frente mientras él está agachado sobre la caja que se mece. Panel 3: Roka cae de espaldas de la caja, agitando los brazos como aspas, y el pez sale volando. Roka: «¡AAAH!» Panel 4: Roka sale a la superficie en las aguas poco profundas, empapado, con el pez sujeto entre los dientes. La pequeña Bamya está agachada en el borde, arriba, abrazando a su pato y riéndose. Bamya: «¡Mojado dos veces antes del desayuno!» Roka: «Táctico.»
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Lahana lanza su chancla, que golpea a Roka y lo saca de su caja para hacerlo caer al mar. Él sale a la superficie con el pez entre los dientes mientras Bamya se ríe.
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.