Plastic Sea (KO) — What's Left, Page 3
By Inkroost · Published
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햇빛을 받아 별처럼 퍼지는 물보라 속에서 로카의 얼굴 위로 물주머니가 터진다. 로카는 노란 상자들이 쌓인 곳에 등을 대고 누워 있다가 눈을 크게 뜨고 팔다리를 허우적거리며 화들짝 깨어난다. 로카: '꺄아악!'
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햇빛 비친 물보라가 폭발하듯 로카의 얼굴 위로 물주머니가 터지고, 로카는 비명을 지르며 화들짝 깨어난다.
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.