Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 15
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Panneau 1 : Roka, tenant la bouée orange, se retourne tandis que les énormes mâchoires de Maw se referment sur la moitié de l'île qui s'enfonce. Roka : « MAMIE ! » Panneau 2 : Un mur d'eau blanche. Deux mains, celles de Roka et de Bamya, s'éloignent l'une de l'autre dans l'écume. Bamya : « ROKA ! »
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Roka s'agrippe à la bouée tandis que les mâchoires du monstre se referment sur la moitié de l'île qui s'enfonce ; ses mains et celles de Bamya se séparent dans l'écume.
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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.