Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 19
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Panel 1: Il tramonto tinge il mare vuoto di rosa e oro. Roka siede in silenzio nella ciambella arancione, fissando la piccola paperella gialla che tiene in mano. Panel 2: Primo piano del suo volto illuminato dalla luce del tramonto: le lacrime gli rigano le guance mentre stringe i denti, cercando di non piangere.
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Al tramonto, Roka siede in silenzio nella ciambella, fissando la paperella gialla, poi piange a denti stretti.
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.