Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Page 7
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Case 1 : L'équipage se disperse. Kabak et Biber partent dans une direction ; Roka s'élance sur un pont de bouteilles ficelées, le poisson brandi bien haut, et lui sourit en se retournant. Roka : « Bonjour, mamie ! » Case 2 : Lahana pique l'air de sa lance. Lahana : « C'est mon petit-déjeuner ! » Case 3 : Roka est accroupie sur une caisse jaune qui tangue, agitant le poisson. Roka : « C'était. » « C'ÉTAIT ton petit-déjeuner. »
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Roka s'enfuit sur un pont de bouteilles avec le poisson tandis que Lahana donne un coup de lance, puis la nargue depuis une caisse flottante.
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.