Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 23 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：ぐったりしたロカが乗ったオレンジ色の浮き具が、継ぎはぎの船体の半ばまでロープで吊り上げられ、水を滴らせている。その横ではナネがロープはしごを登っている。ナネ：「引き上げて！」 パネル2：船員が二人、ジャケットにアヒルを入れたままのロカの脇の下に手を入れ、赤い手すり越しに持ち上げる。 パネル3：ロカが咳き込みながら鋼鉄の甲板に倒れ込む。ナネがひざまずき、青い防水シートを彼にかける。ナネ：「ゆっくり。ゆっくり。」「もう水から上がったよ。」
圖片說明
ロカの乗った浮き具がロープで塗装された船体を引き上げられ、船員たちが彼を手すり越しに持ち上げる。彼は甲板に倒れ込み、ナネが彼に防水シートをかける。
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.