Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 38 页
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パネル1：明るい日差しの中、パンカルが甲板のハッチから上り、ロカの襟をつかんで引きずり出す。タープが後に続く。ロカは右腕を上着の中に隠したままだ。ロカ：「離せ！」 パネル2：甲板員たちはちらりと見るが、すぐに目をそらして仕事を続ける。警備員たちはロカを手すりまで引きずっていく。タープ：「見るものは何もない。」「仕事に戻れ。」 パネル3：パンカルはロカの襟をつかんで持ち上げ、赤い手すりの外、広い海の上へと振り出す。
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パンカルはロカをハッチから引きずり出して甲板を横切らせる。作業員たちは目をそらし、パンカルはロカを海の上の手すりの外へ振り出す。
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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.