Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 22
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Pannello 1: Nane, una ragazza lentigginosa con un caschetto verde menta e occhiali con lenti spesse come fondi di bottiglia, scende dondolando lungo lo scafo dipinto appesa a una corda, tendendo una mano. Nane: 'Ehi! Topo da zattera!' 'Sei vivo?' Pannello 2: Roka, frastornato e mezzo incosciente nel salvagente arancione, strizza gli occhi guardandola, stringendo l’anatra. Roka: '...Questo è il Giardino?' Pannello 3: Nane sorride e aggancia il salvagente con un piccolo rampino. Nane: 'Certo, ragazzino.' 'Benvenuto nel Giardino.'
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Nane scende dondolando lungo lo scafo della nave appesa a una corda, fino a Roka, frastornato nel suo salvagente. Lui chiede se quello è il Giardino, e lei aggancia il salvagente.
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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.