Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 22
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Panel 1 : Nane, une fille tachetée de rousseur aux cheveux courts vert menthe et portant des lunettes aux verres épais comme des culs de bouteille, descend en se balançant le long de la coque peinte, suspendue à une corde, et tend le bras. Nane : « Hé ! Le rat de radeau ! » « T’es vivant ? » Panel 2 : Roka, hébété et à moitié conscient dans la bouée orange, plisse les yeux en levant le regard vers elle, serrant le canard contre lui. Roka : « … C’est le Jardin ? » Panel 3 : Nane sourit et accroche la bouée avec un petit grappin. Nane : « Bien sûr, gamin. » « Bienvenue au Jardin. »
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Nane descend en se balançant le long de la coque du navire, suspendue à une corde, jusqu’à Roka, hébété dans sa bouée. Il demande si c’est le Jardin, et elle accroche la bouée.
Sobre este capítulo
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.