Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left，第 7 页
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Riquadro 1: La ciurma si disperde. Kabak e Biber corrono in una direzione; Roka sprinta su un ponte fatto di bottiglie legate insieme, tenendo il pesce in alto e sorridendo mentre si volta. Roka: «Buongiorno, nonnina!» Riquadro 2: Lahana affonda la lancia nell’aria. Lahana: «Quella è la mia colazione!» Riquadro 3: Roka è accovacciata su una cassa gialla che ondeggia, e agita il pesce. Roka: «Lo era.» «ERA la tua colazione.»
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Roka scappa attraversando un ponte di bottiglie con il pesce, mentre Lahana affonda la lancia e poi la schernisce da una cassa galleggiante.
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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.