Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left、5ページ
作: Inkroost · 公開
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書き起こし
Panel 1: Il nascondiglio di Roka sotto casse gialle impilate vicino al mare. Roka si mette seduto, grondante d’acqua. Biber fa roteare il sacchetto di plastica vuoto, Kabak ride a crepapelle, Bamya stringe a sé la sua papera. Biber: «Buongiorno, dormiglione.» Kabak: «Russavi di nuovo.» Panel 2: Roka strizza la sua coda di cavallo. Roka: «Non stavo dormendo.» «Stavo facendo dei piani.» Panel 3: Biber si avvicina, con un sopracciglio alzato. Biber: «Che cosa stai progettando?» Roka sorride, mostrando un dente scheggiato: «La colazione.»
画像の説明
Roka fradicio si mette seduto nel suo nascondiglio di casse mentre Biber, Kabak e Bamya ridono del loro scherzo.
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.