Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 6
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Case 1 : L’étal de poisson de la vieille Lahana : des caisses bleues, des poissons argentés suspendus à une corde, un parasol rose délavé. Biber a retiré son collier de capsules et le fait pendre au-dessus du comptoir, tandis que le grand Kabak se tient derrière elle. Biber : « Deux poissons contre ça ? » Lahana : « Pour cette camelote ? Une nageoire. » Case 2 : Derrière l’étal, une main munie d’une fourchette tordue entourée de ruban rouge décroche un poisson de la corde à sécher. Case 3 : Lahana pivote, sa lance à trois pointes à la main, son œil laiteux flamboyant. Lahana : « ROKA ! Espèce de petit goéland ! »
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Biber fait pendre son collier de capsules pour marchander avec la vieille Lahana, tandis qu’une main munie d’une fourchette tordue entourée de ruban rouge soulève un poisson ; Lahana pivote en criant.
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.