Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 21
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Panel 1 : L’éclat aveuglant du matin sur une mer déserte. Roka est étendu sans force dans le flotteur orange, les yeux mi-clos, les lèvres gercées, le canard jaune lâchement serré contre sa poitrine. Une ombre gigantesque glisse sur lui et sur l’eau. Panel 2 : Depuis l’eau, la proue du Garden Ship s’élève comme une falaise peinte de pièces rouges, turquoise et jaunes ; ses voiles en patchwork se découpent sur le ciel, tandis que ses roues à aubes rouges brassent l’eau.
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Épuisé et à peine conscient, Roka est allongé dans le flotteur orange en tenant le canard, tandis qu’une ombre immense s’étend sur lui ; le Garden Ship en patchwork se dresse au-dessus de lui.
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.