Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left，第 38 页
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Panel 1: In pieno sole, Pancar esce da un boccaporto sul ponte trascinando Roka per il colletto; Turp lo segue. Roka tiene il braccio destro nascosto nella giacca. Roka: «Lasciami andare!» Panel 2: I marinai gettano un’occhiata, poi distolgono lo sguardo e continuano a lavorare mentre le guardie trascinano Roka verso la ringhiera. Turp: «Niente da vedere.» «Tornate al lavoro.» Panel 3: Pancar solleva Roka per il colletto e lo fa oscillare oltre la ringhiera rossa, sopra il mare aperto.
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Pancar trascina Roka fuori dal boccaporto e attraverso il ponte mentre i lavoratori distolgono lo sguardo, poi lo sporge oltre il parapetto, sopra il mare.
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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.