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Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Página 19

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Painel 1: O pôr do sol deixa o mar vazio cor-de-rosa e dourado. Roka fica sentado em silêncio na bóia laranja, olhando para baixo, para o pequeno pato amarelo em suas mãos. Painel 2: Close no rosto dele à luz do pôr do sol: lágrimas escorrem pelo seu rosto enquanto ele cerra os dentes, tentando não chorar.

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Ao pôr do sol, Roka fica sentado em silêncio na bóia, olhando para o patinho amarelo, e então chora com os dentes cerrados.

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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.