Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 23
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Panel 1: Il galleggiante arancione con Roka riverso dentro è appeso a una corda a metà dello scafo variopinto, gocciolante, mentre Nane sale su una scaletta di corda accanto. Nane: 'Tiratelo su!' Panel 2: Due marinai sollevano Roka oltre la ringhiera rossa prendendolo sotto le braccia, con l'anatra infilata nella giacca. Panel 3: Roka crolla sul ponte d'acciaio, tossendo. Nane si inginocchia e gli getta addosso un telo blu. Nane: 'Piano. Piano.' 'Sei fuori dall'acqua.'
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Il galleggiante di Roka viene issato con una corda lungo lo scafo dipinto della nave; i marinai lo sollevano oltre la murata e lui crolla sul ponte mentre Nane lo copre con un telo.
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.