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Plastic Sea (IT) — What's Left、8ページ

作: Inkroost · 公開

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書き起こし

Pannello 1: In fondo al ponte di bottiglie, la vecchia Lahana si sfila un infradito e si prepara a lanciarlo. Lahana: «Allora mangia QUESTO!» Pannello 2: L’infradito gira in aria e colpisce Roka sulla fronte mentre lui è accovacciato sulla cassa che ondeggia. Pannello 3: Roka cade all’indietro dalla cassa, agitando le braccia; il pesce vola in aria. Roka: «UAAH!» Pannello 4: Roka riemerge nelle acque basse, gocciolante, con il pesce stretto tra i denti. La piccola Bamya è accovacciata sul bordo sopra di lui, stringe il suo anatroccolo e ride. Bamya: «Bagnato due volte prima di colazione!» Roka: «Tattica.»

画像の説明

Lahana scaglia il suo infradito, colpisce Roka e lo fa cadere dalla cassa in mare; lui riemerge con il pesce tra i denti mentre Bamya ride.

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.