Plastic Sea (FR) — What's Left, Página 9
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Panel 1 : Dans leur repaire, Roka est assis en tailleur et découpe le poisson avec sa fourchette tordue. La paume ouverte de Biber s'appuie contre son visage. Biber : 'Notre part.' Panel 2 : Roka continue de découper sans lever les yeux ; Kabak se tient derrière Biber, les bras croisés. Roka : 'Tu as eu droit au réveil.' 'On est quittes.' Panel 3 : Biber s'empare de la moitié du poisson côté queue sur la caisse, avec un grand sourire. Roka : 'Hé !' Biber : 'Frais de diversion.' Panel 4 : Biber et Kabak s'éloignent sur un pont de bouteilles en direction de l'autre côté de l'île. Biber : 'Les babioles ne vont pas se vendre toutes seules.' Kabak lui fait signe en se retournant : 'À ce soir, le Dormeur !'
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Biber réclame sa part du poisson, arrache la moitié côté queue en guise de frais de diversion, puis s'en va avec Kabak, qui lui fait signe au revoir.
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.