Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Page 18
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パネル1：焼けつくような午後。きらめく海が四方に広がり、どこにも人影はない。オレンジ色の浮き輪に乗った小さなロカが、力いっぱい叫ぶ。ロカ：「ビベル！カバク！」 パネル2：片手で水をかき、もう片方の手にはバムヤの黄色いアヒルを持つ。声がかれていく。ロカ：「バムヤ……！」「誰か！」 パネル3：アップ。ロカが顔をゆがめ、水面をたたく。ロカ：「返事して……」
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人気のない午後の海で、オレンジ色の浮き輪にひとりきりのロカは、友達の名を叫び、手に持った黄色いアヒルで水をかき、声がかすれるなか水面をたたく。
About this chapter
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.