Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left，第 5 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
パネル1：海辺に積まれた黄色い木箱の下にあるロカの隠れ家。ロカはずぶ濡れで起き上がる。ビベルは空のビニール袋をくるくる回し、カバクはお腹を抱えて笑い、バムヤはアヒルを抱きしめている。ビベル：「おはよう、ねぼすけ。」カバク：「またいびきかいてたよ。」 パネル2：ロカはポニーテールを絞る。ロカ：「寝てたんじゃない。」「計画を練ってたんだ。」 パネル3：ビベルは眉を上げて身を乗り出す。ビベル：「何の計画？」ロカは欠けた歯を見せてニヤリと笑う：「朝ごはん。」
圖片說明
びしょ濡れのロカは木箱の隠れ家で起き上がる。ビベル、カバク、バムヤは自分たちのいたずらに笑っている。
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.