Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left、43ページ
作: Inkroost · 公開
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書き起こし
Panel 1: Dal punto di vista di Roka, la sua mano destra cromata si alza davanti a un cerchio di marinai che lo fissano, mentre l’occhio passa da un volto all’altro. Tohum: «Dodici. Tredici.» «Quattordici...» Panel 2: Roka tiene l’avambraccio davanti al petto; l’occhio alza lo sguardo e incrocia il suo. Roka: «Che cosa stai contando?» Tohum: «Ciò che resta.»
画像の説明
Dal punto di vista di Roka, l’occhio sulla sua mano cromata sollevata conta la folla che lo fissa; poi alza lo sguardo verso di lui e risponde: ciò che resta.
この話について
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.