Plastic Sea (JA) — What's Left, Page 8
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Panel 1: 瓶の橋の端で、年老いたラハナがサンダルを脱ぎ、投げる構えをする。ラハナ:「ならこれでも食らえ！」 Panel 2: サンダルが空をくるくる回り、揺れる箱の上でしゃがむロカの額にぶつかる。 Panel 3: ロカは腕をばたつかせながら箱から後ろ向きに落ち、魚が宙に飛ぶ。ロカ:「うわあっ！」 Panel 4: ロカが浅瀬に水しぶきを上げて浮かび上がる。ずぶ濡れで、魚を歯にくわえている。上の縁では小さなバムヤがアヒルを抱きしめてしゃがみ、笑っている。バムヤ:「朝食前に二度もびしょ濡れ！」 ロカ:「作戦のうちだ。」
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ラハナがサンダルを投げつけ、ロカは箱から海へ叩き落とされる。魚を歯にくわえたまま水面に浮かび上がると、バムヤが笑う。
About this chapter
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.