Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left, Page 6
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Panel 1: Il banco del pesce della vecchia Lahana: cassette blu, pesci argentati appesi a una corda, un ombrellone rosa sbiadito. Biber si è tolta la collana di tappi di bottiglia e la fa penzolare oltre il bancone, mentre il grosso Kabak sta dietro di lei. Biber: 'Due pesci per questa?' Lahana: 'Per quella robaccia? Una pinna.' Panel 2: Dietro il banco, una mano con una forchetta piegata avvolta con nastro rosso stacca un pesce dalla corda dove sta a essiccare. Panel 3: Lahana si gira di scatto con la sua lancia a tre punte, l'occhio velato fiammeggiante. Lahana: 'ROKA! Tu, piccolo gabbiano!'
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Biber fa penzolare la sua collana di tappi di bottiglia per contrattare con la vecchia Lahana, mentre una mano con una forchetta piegata avvolta con nastro rosso solleva un pesce; Lahana si gira di scatto urlando.
About this chapter
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.