Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 27 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：船内の狭く薄暗い通路で、ロカはロープを運ぶ二人の甲板員が通り過ぎる間、積み上げられた木箱の陰に隠れている。甲板員：「昨夜、クローが何か重いものを引き上げた。」もう一人の甲板員：「船長はそれをサルベージ庫に鍵をかけて保管しろって。」 パネル2：影の中にいるロカのアップ。目を細めている。ロカ：「サルベージ……」 パネル3：ロカは床の四角いハッチから降りていく。梯子は青緑色の暗闇へと続いている。
圖片說明
薄暗い通路で木箱の陰に隠れたロカは、甲板員たちがクローが重いものを引き上げ、今はサルベージ庫に鍵をかけて保管していると話すのを聞き、その後、床のハッチから降りていく。
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.