Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Page 13
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The Maw, um monstro colossal branco como osso, parecido com um tubarão e incrustado de cracas e plástico fundido, irrompe pela metade mais distante de Candyreef. Suas mandíbulas se abrem, revelando uma garganta circular cercada por dentes dispostos em anéis. Caixotes, lonas e fragmentos de plástico rosa, ciano e amarelo voam pelo céu azul brilhante enquanto pequenas figuras correm lá embaixo.
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Um monstro colossal branco, parecido com um tubarão, irrompe pela ilha com as mandíbulas abertas, enquanto caixotes e plástico voam pelo céu azul.
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.