Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 21 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：朝のまぶしい光が、何もない海に降り注ぐ。ロカはオレンジ色の浮き輪にぐったりと横たわり、目は半開きで、唇はひび割れている。黄色いアヒルを胸に力なく抱えている。巨大な影が彼と水面を覆う。 パネル2：水面から、赤、青緑、黄色のパッチを貼り合わせた、絵のような崖を思わせるガーデン・シップの船首がそびえ立つ。パッチワークの帆が空を背に広がり、赤い外輪が水をかき回す。
圖片說明
疲れ果て、意識も朦朧としたロカは、アヒルを抱いてオレンジ色の浮き輪に横たわっている。巨大な影が彼を覆い、パッチワークのガーデン・シップが頭上にそびえ立つ。
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.