Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 5
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Case 1 : La cachette de Roka, sous des caisses jaunes empilées au bord de la mer. Roka se redresse, dégoulinant. Biber fait tournoyer le sac en plastique vide, Kabak rit à gorge déployée, Bamya serre son canard dans ses bras. Biber : « Bonjour, marmotte. » Kabak : « Tu ronflais encore. » Case 2 : Roka essore sa queue-de-cheval. Roka : « Je ne dormais pas. » « Je réfléchissais. » Case 3 : Biber se penche vers lui, un sourcil levé. Biber : « Tu réfléchissais à quoi ? » Roka sourit, laissant voir une dent ébréchée : « Au petit-déjeuner. »
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Trempé, Roka se redresse dans sa cachette en caisses tandis que Biber, Kabak et Bamya rient de leur farce.
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.