Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 25
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Pannello 1: Una lunga ombra cade su Roka, avvolto in un telone contro un barile con l’anatra. Turp incombe su di lui con il suo gancio da barca; Pancar è in piedi dietro di lui. Turp: 'In piedi, randagio.' Pannello 2: Pancar tira su Roka; il telone gli scivola via. Turp: 'Regola del capitano.' 'Quel che peschiamo dal mare, lavora.' Pannello 3: Turp indica con il suo gancio da barca un boccaporto aperto, da cui filtra una luce arancione. Turp: 'Fai girare le ruote, mangi.' 'Smetti di farle girare, non mangi.' Pannello 4: Pancar spinge Roka sulla scala d’acciaio che scende; Roka si aggrappa ai corrimani, con l’anatra infilata nella giacca. Turp: 'Il turno comincia al prossimo rintocco.'
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Le guardie tirano su Roka e gli spiegano la regola del capitano: chiunque venga ripescato dal mare deve far girare le ruote per mangiare; Pancar lo spinge giù per la scala che porta alle ruote.
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.