Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 10 頁
作者：Inkroost · 發布於
文字記錄
Panel 1: Roka e Bamya estão sentados juntos sob os caixotes amarelos, de frente para o mar; Bamya segura a metade maior do peixe. Bamya: 'Por que roubar da Vovó?' 'Ela já te dá comida.' Panel 2: Roka mastiga, olhando para o mar, com o sorriso desaparecido. Roka: 'É por isso.' 'Se ela me dá alguma coisa, fico devendo a ela.' Panel 3: Bamya inclina a cabeça. Bamya: 'E daí?' Roka, de perfil: 'Assim não devo nada a ninguém.'
圖片說明
Roka divide o peixe com Bamya à beira-mar e explica que rouba para nunca ficar devendo nada a ninguém.
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.