Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 21
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Panel 1: Il riverbero del mattino su un mare deserto. Roka giace inerte sul salvagente arancione, con gli occhi socchiusi e le labbra screpolate; tiene mollemente stretta al petto l’anatra gialla. Un’enorme ombra scivola sopra di lui e sull’acqua. Panel 2: Dall’acqua emerge la prua della Garden Ship, simile a una scogliera dipinta di rosso, verde acqua e giallo, con vele a toppe contro il cielo e ruote a pale rosse che fanno ribollire l’acqua.
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Esausto e appena cosciente, Roka è disteso sul salvagente arancione, stringendo l’anatra, mentre un’enorme ombra gli cala addosso; la Garden Ship, tutta a toppe, svetta sopra di lui.
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.