Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 39
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Transcrição
Vignette 1 : Sur le pont ensoleillé, Pancar tient Roka par le col au-delà du bastingage rouge, les pieds de Roka pendant au-dessus de la mer. Turp s’appuie sur sa gaffe. Turp : « Dis bonjour aux Maws. » Vignette 2 : Gros plan sur la poitrine de Roka : son bras droit est caché dans sa veste, et un œil cyan lumineux apparaît entre les plis. Tohum : « Est-ce qu’ils vont te tuer ? » Vignette 3 : Roka pend au-dessus de l’eau, les dents serrées, son bras droit toujours caché. Roka : « … Ouais. » Tohum : « Non. Tu es ma seule batterie. »
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Pancar tient Roka au-dessus de la mer, au-delà du bastingage du navire ; Roka garde son bras droit caché tandis que l’œil qui dépasse de sa veste demande s’ils vont le tuer.
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.