Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left, Página 21
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Painel 1: A claridade da manhã incide sobre um mar vazio. Roka jaz inerte na boia laranja, com os olhos semicerrados, os lábios rachados e o pato amarelo frouxamente encostado ao peito. Uma sombra gigantesca desliza sobre ele e a água. Painel 2: Do mar, a proa do Garden Ship ergue-se como um penhasco pintado de retalhos vermelhos, verde-azulados e amarelos; as velas de retalhos destacam-se contra o céu, enquanto as rodas de pás vermelhas revolvem a água.
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Exausto e quase inconsciente, Roka jaz na boia laranja segurando o pato enquanto uma enorme sombra cai sobre ele; o Garden Ship, feito de retalhos, ergue-se acima.
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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.