Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left、17ページ
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書き起こし
Quadro 1: Roka irrompe pela superfície, agarrado à boia laranja, gritando. Um pequeno pedaço da ilha se afasta à deriva, ao longe. Roka: 'BAMYA!' 'VOVÓ!' Quadro 2: Silêncio. Roka flutua sozinho em mar aberto e calmo. Um fio de tampinhas de garrafa achatadas, o colar de Biber, passa à deriva por ele, e o pequeno patinho de brinquedo amarelo de Bamya balança na água em sua direção.
画像の説明
Roka emerge gritando por Bamya e Vovó; então, sozinho no mar calmo, observa um fio de tampinhas de garrafa e um patinho amarelo flutuarem em sua direção.
この話について
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.