Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Página 15
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Vignetta 1: Roka, con il galleggiante arancione in mano, si volta mentre le gigantesche fauci del Maw si chiudono sulla metà dell’isola che sta sprofondando. Roka: 'NONNA!' Vignetta 2: Un muro d’acqua bianca. Due mani, quelle di Roka e Bamya, si separano nella schiuma. Bamya: 'ROKA!'
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Roka si aggrappa al galleggiante mentre le fauci del mostro si chiudono sulla metà dell’isola che sta affondando; le mani sue e di Bamya si separano nella schiuma.
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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.