Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 23 页
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Painel 1: A boia laranja com Roka inerte dentro está pendurada numa corda, na metade do casco remendado, pingando água, enquanto Nane sobe por uma escada de corda ao lado. Nane: 'Puxem-no!' Painel 2: Dois marinheiros levantam Roka por cima da amurada vermelha, segurando-o pelas axilas, com o pato enfiado na jaqueta. Painel 3: Roka desaba no convés de aço, tossindo. Nane se ajoelha e joga uma lona azul sobre ele. Nane: 'Calma. Calma.' 'Você está fora d'água.'
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A boia de Roka é içada por uma corda pelo casco pintado do navio; os marinheiros o levantam por cima da amurada, e ele desaba no convés enquanto Nane o cobre com uma lona.
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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.