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Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Page 20

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Panel 1: 夜。ロカはオレンジ色の浮き輪の中で、濡れた顔に黄色いアヒルを押し当て、声を上げて泣いている。 Panel 2: 黒く穏やかな水面の上に、星が一面に広がる空。ロカはその真ん中で、浮き輪に乗った小さな姿をしている。 Roka:「ありがとうって言ってなかった。」

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夜、ロカはアヒルを顔に押し当ててすすり泣く。その後、星空の下、浮き輪に乗った彼は小さな姿で浮かんでいる。

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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.