Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left，第 12 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Pannello 1: Tutti i gabbiani sull’isola si alzano in volo insieme, in una tempesta d’ali. Roka guarda in alto, mentre il pesce gli scivola di mano. Roka: 'Gli uccelli...' Pannello 2: Al mercato dall’altra parte, Biber e Kabak fissano il cielo. Kabak: 'Biber...?' Pannello 3: Sotto le reti che pendono dall’isola, una forma colossale e pallida emerge dagli abissi, con un mosaico di piastre esagonali sul fianco. Pannello 4: Lahana fissa l’acqua che si gonfia sotto la sua bancarella, mentre la sua lancia cade. Lahana: 'Raggiungete il centro!' 'CORRETE!'
圖片說明
Tutti i gabbiani si alzano in volo insieme; Biber e Kabak guardano in alto al mercato; una forma colossale e pallida emerge sotto l’isola; Lahana grida di correre.
關於本章
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.