Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 22 页
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Painel 1: Nane, uma garota sardenta com cabelo curto verde-menta e óculos de fundo de garrafa, desce balançando pelo casco pintado numa corda, estendendo a mão. Nane: 'Ei! Rato de jangada!' 'Tá vivo?' Painel 2: Roka, atordoado e meio inconsciente na boia laranja, olha para ela apertando o pato. Roka: '...Isso é o Jardim?' Painel 3: Nane sorri e prende a boia com um pequeno gancho de arpéu. Nane: 'Claro, garoto.' 'Bem-vindo ao Jardim.'
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Nane desce balançando pelo casco do navio numa corda até Roka, atordoado na boia. Ele pergunta se aquilo é o Jardim, e ela prende a boia com um gancho.
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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.