Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Página 14
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コマ1：ロカは、浮かぶ地面が傾き、背後で割れ始める中、バムヤの手をつかんで走る。ロカ：「手を離さないで！」 コマ2：広がる裂け目の向こうで、沈みゆく側の島に腰まで水につかったラハナが、オレンジ色の浮き輪をロカに投げる。ラハナ：「つかまりな、小さなカモメちゃん！」
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ロカは傾き、ひび割れる島の上でバムヤを引っ張って進む。腰まで水につかったラハナが、オレンジ色の浮き輪をロカに投げる。
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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.