Plastic Sea (ES) — What's Left，第 9 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Panel 1: En el escondite, Roka está sentado con las piernas cruzadas, cortando el pescado con su tenedor doblado. La palma abierta de Biber le empuja la cara. Biber: «Nuestra parte». Panel 2: Roka sigue cortando sin levantar la vista; Kabak está detrás de Biber, con los brazos cruzados. Roka: «Ya te despertamos». «Estamos a mano». Panel 3: Biber arrebata la mitad de la cola de la caja, sonriendo. Roka: «¡Oye!». Biber: «Pago por la distracción». Panel 4: Biber y Kabak se alejan por un puente de botellas hacia el otro lado de la isla. Biber: «Las baratijas no se venderán solas». Kabak se despide con la mano: «¡Nos vemos esta noche, Dormilón!».
圖片說明
Biber exige que le den una parte del pescado, arrebata la mitad de la cola como pago por la distracción y se marcha con Kabak, que se despide con la mano.
關於本章
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.