Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 23
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Panel 1 : La bouée orange où se trouve Roka, inerte, est suspendue à une corde à mi-hauteur de la coque bariolée, dégoulinante, tandis que Nane grimpe à une échelle de corde à côté. Nane : « Remontez-le ! » Panel 2 : Deux matelots font passer Roka par-dessus le bastingage rouge en le soulevant sous les bras, le canard coincé dans sa veste. Panel 3 : Roka s'effondre sur le pont d'acier en toussant. Nane s'agenouille et le recouvre d'une bâche bleue. Nane : « Doucement. Doucement. » « Tu es sorti de l'eau. »
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La bouée de Roka est hissée le long de la coque peinte du navire à l'aide d'une corde, des matelots le font passer par-dessus le bastingage, et il s'effondre sur le pont tandis que Nane le couvre d'une bâche.
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.