Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Página 11
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Transcrição
パネル1：バミャが飛び上がり、指をさす。バミャ：「ロカ！見て！」 パネル2：二人の少年を後ろから見た構図。継ぎはぎの帆を持つ巨大な船が、遠くの地平線上に小さく見える。ロカ：「ガーデン・シップ……」 パネル3：バミャはアヒルを抱きしめ、ロカは目に手をかざす。バミャ：「私たちを迎えに来たのかな？」ロカ：「誰も僕たちのところには来ない。」
Descrição da imagem
バミャが地平線上の巨大な継ぎはぎ帆の船を指し示し、ロカは目に手をかざしている。
Sobre este capítulo
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.