Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 38
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Case 1 : En plein soleil, Pancar sort d’une écoutille du pont en traînant Roka par le col ; Turp le suit. Roka garde son bras droit dissimulé sous sa veste. Roka : « Lâche-moi ! » Case 2 : Les matelots jettent un coup d’œil, puis détournent le regard et continuent de travailler tandis que les gardes traînent Roka jusqu’à la rambarde. Turp : « Il n’y a rien à voir. » « Retournez au travail. » Case 3 : Pancar soulève Roka par le col et le fait basculer au-delà de la rambarde rouge, au-dessus de la mer.
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Pancar traîne Roka hors de l’écoutille et le fait traverser le pont tandis que les ouvriers détournent le regard, puis le balance par-dessus le bastingage, au-dessus de la mer.
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.