Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left，第 39 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Panel 1: Sul ponte soleggiato, Pancar tiene Roka per il colletto oltre la ringhiera rossa, con i piedi penzoloni sopra il mare aperto. Turp si appoggia al suo gancio da barca. Turp: 'Saluta i Maws.' Panel 2: Primo piano sul petto di Roka: il suo braccio destro è nascosto dentro la giacca e un occhio azzurro fluorescente fa capolino tra le pieghe. Tohum: 'Ti uccideranno?' Panel 3: Roka penzola sopra l’acqua, con i denti serrati e il braccio destro ancora nascosto. Roka: '...Sì.' Tohum: 'No. Sei la mia unica batteria.'
圖片說明
Pancar tiene Roka sospeso sopra il mare, oltre la murata della nave; Roka tiene nascosto il braccio destro mentre l’occhio che fa capolino dalla sua giacca chiede se lo uccideranno.
關於本章
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.