Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 2
By Inkroost · Published
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Panel 1 : Les doigts de fer de la pince se referment autour de la mallette. Sa lueur cyan s'éteint. La mallette : « … » Panel 2 : Obscurité totale. Un enfant murmure : « 3… » Panel 3 : Vue en contre-plongée depuis le visage de Roka endormi : Biber, une fille aux cheveux roux, tient au-dessus de lui un sac gonflé d'eau de mer, tandis que le grand Kabak et le petit Bamya, qui tient un canard jaune en jouet, sourient à côté d'elle. Bamya : « 4… » Panel 4 : Le nœud glisse des doigts de Biber, une goutte tombe. Bamya : « 5… »
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La pince se referme sur la mallette et sa lueur s'éteint ; puis, au soleil, trois enfants sourient au-dessus de Roka endormi, tandis que l'une d'elles tient un sac d'eau.
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.