Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Página 12
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Painel 1: Todas as gaivotas da ilha levantam voo ao mesmo tempo, numa tempestade de asas. Roka olha para cima, enquanto o peixe escorrega de sua mão. Roka: 'Os pássaros...' Painel 2: No mercado do outro lado, Biber e Kabak encaram o céu. Kabak: 'Biber...?' Painel 3: Sob as redes suspensas da ilha, uma forma colossal e pálida se ergue das profundezas, com um favo de mel de placas hexagonais em seu flanco. Painel 4: Lahana encara a água que se avoluma sob sua barraca, enquanto sua lança cai. Lahana: 'Vão para o meio!' 'CORRAM!'
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Todas as gaivotas levantam voo ao mesmo tempo; Biber e Kabak olham para cima no mercado; uma forma colossal e pálida se ergue sob a ilha; Lahana grita para correr.
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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.