Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 37
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Pannello 1: La luce della lanterna invade la stiva buia mentre la botola si spalanca con un colpo. Turp e Pancar sono in cima alla scala. Turp: «Guarda un po’.» «Hai saltato il turno, randagio?» Pannello 2: Nella stiva, Pancar, barbuto, tiene Roka sollevato afferrandolo per il colletto da dietro. Roka tiene il braccio destro dentro la giacca e la chiude con la mano sinistra. Roka: «Non ho preso niente!» Turp: «I ladri finiscono fuori bordo.» Pannello 3: Roka scalcia in aria. Roka: «Non è una regola!» «Te la sei inventata!» Pannello 4: Turp, allampanato, si avvicina sogghignando. Turp: «Chi vuoi che lo venga a sapere?»
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La botola si spalanca di colpo davanti alle guardie Turp e Pancar; Pancar solleva Roka per il colletto, mentre Roka nasconde il braccio destro nella giacca, e Turp dice che i ladri finiscono fuori bordo.
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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.