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Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Página 15

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パネル1:オレンジ色の浮き輪を持ったロカは、モウの巨大な顎が沈みゆく島の半分を呑み込もうと閉じるなか、振り返る。ロカ:「おばあちゃん!」 パネル2:白い水の壁。泡の中で、ロカとバムヤの手が離れていく。バムヤ:「ロカ!」

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ロカは浮き輪にしがみつく。怪物の顎が沈みゆく島の半分を呑み込もうと閉じるなか、泡の中でロカとバムヤの手が離れていく。

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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.