Plastic Sea (PT) — What's Left，第 27 页
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Painel 1: Num corredor estreito e mal iluminado dentro do navio, Roka se esconde atrás de uma pilha de caixas enquanto dois marinheiros passam carregando uma corda. Marinheiro: 'A garra içou algo pesado ontem à noite.' Segundo marinheiro: 'O capitão quer que fique trancado no depósito de salvados.' Painel 2: Close em Roka nas sombras, com os olhos se estreitando. Roka: 'Salvados...' Painel 3: Roka desce por uma escotilha quadrada no chão, por uma escada que leva à escuridão azul-petróleo.
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Escondida atrás de caixas num corredor mal iluminado, Roka ouve marinheiros dizerem que a garra içou algo pesado, agora trancado no depósito de salvados, e depois desce por uma escotilha no chão.
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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.