Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 17 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：ロカはオレンジ色の浮き具につかまり、叫びながら水面に勢いよく浮かび上がる。遠くでは島の小さな一片が漂い去っていく。ロカ：「バムヤ！」「グラニー！」 パネル2：沈黙。ロカは穏やかで広々とした海にひとり浮かんでいる。平らにつぶした瓶のふたをつないだもの――ビーバーのネックレスが彼のそばを漂い、バムヤの小さな黄色いおもちゃのアヒルが彼のほうへぷかぷかと近づいてくる。
圖片說明
ロカはバムヤとグラニーの名を叫びながら水面に浮かび上がる。その後、穏やかな海にひとり浮かび、瓶のふたをつないだものと黄色いアヒルが自分のほうへ漂ってくるのを見つめる。
關於本章
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.