Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 13
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The Maw, un monstre colossal blanc comme l’os, semblable à un requin, couvert de balanes et de plastique aggloméré, jaillit de la moitié éloignée de Candyreef. Sa gueule s’ouvre sur une gorge ronde bordée d’anneaux de dents. Des caisses, des bâches et des éclats de plastique rose, cyan et jaune s’envolent dans le ciel bleu éclatant tandis que de minuscules silhouettes s’enfuient en contrebas.
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Un monstre colossal blanc, semblable à un requin, jaillit de l’île, la gueule ouverte, tandis que des caisses et du plastique s’envolent dans le ciel bleu.
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.