Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Página 7
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パネル1：一行は散り散りになる。カバックとビベルは一方へ走り、ロカは魚を高く掲げ、にやりと振り返りながら、瓶をつないだ橋を駆け抜ける。ロカ：「おはよう、ばあちゃん！」 パネル2：ラハナは空中に槍を突き出す。ラハナ：「それは私の朝ごはんよ！」 パネル3：ロカはぷかぷか揺れる黄色い木箱にしゃがみ、魚を振る。ロカ：「だった。」「それはあんたの朝ごはん“だった”んだよ。」
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ロカは魚を持って瓶をつないだ橋を走って渡り、ラハナが槍を突き出す中、浮かぶ木箱から彼女をからかう。
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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.